Admiration

Lost amid a mix of scholarship and shit, I sit,
perched, upon a pillar of deluged daze,
Then you - I gaze for as long as your rosy hue permits,
At the blossoms of textual beauty your mind displays,

Fucking amazing are the ways your words wind,
in such ways to drive this brain to strive, to strain and contrive
to produce just one of the beautiful thoughts that seem to seam your mind,

I am confined...and once again I sit,
I sit and wish and dream to dream of your poetry's gleaming smiles,
To your styles, to your complexity, to the way it beguiles
men as I, permitted only to a plutonic you,

What a beautiful person you are, T. Baltazar,
You are a star that hangs so heavy within the confines of my space,
That should I dare to reach to touch its height - so far,
I fear I'd sooner fall from heaven than reach its grace.