a través del duende

backstreets before boulevards, I will tell him

treasures are found here

and secrets kept

beautiful men like yourself

walking their dogs

getting lost in

optical illusions 

I wish to be lost

I wish to be lost
carried away
from insecurity
helplessly happy
in storms of breaths
of insanity
and lust
I wish to be lost

I wish to be lost
in nightskies
then returned
surrendered
swimming
spit out by waves
on the shore
where you met me
namelessly
carelessly ready
to make sense

I wish to be found
but I'm not yet a treasure
I need to get ugly
before I can sparkle
I need to be forgotten
so I can be discovered

I wish to be lost
so lost in mistakes
and rebirths and retakes
that I deserve
to be found