Nobody knows, until they sit down in my room and smoke a nargile with me, and listen to mellow music, and sip at some Chartreuse, what I am about. Most people seem to see but a serious, quiet young man, purposeful and intent as he strides about attending to his business. But within me there is much music, there is much that awaits to burst at the seams of my consciousness and stream out my eyes into other’s hearts. I am patient enough to take beauty when it comes to me, rather than steal it from a stranger’s vault of insecurity. I am thirsty enough to drink wine every night.
Come into my chambers,
where the incense settles against the ceiling
and talk about what we feel together
and listen to some Common
and sip on this Espolon
and drop this facade
of everyday definition.