To Be or just to be...

To be or not to be
is not a Shakespearean dilemma anymore
Being for him may be a midnight summer dream
but it will forever remain the safest place to be, 
in the heart of his Tempest. 
It is not weird to be weird,
it is weird not to be.
To be in his heart
The crazy graph to his chart
dancing on the beat tune..
To be in his eyes
reasons to his whens and whys
the sand to his hilly dunes
To be in his dream
the strawberries to his cream
what it is and what it seems
that blurry sharp sun beams 
To be his mirror
the beauty of his terror
His reflective passion. His desired horror  
To be wherever his hands reaches out,
To be whenever his mind rounds about.
To be why he wickedly smiles
and when he tries to pout.
To be his own
at the heart of the frown;
the pose 
To be under his skin
The beat awakening his within
To be in his thick and thin
That hidden and necessary.
To be His made up metaphors
Where his soul linguistically soars
To be his "i" instead of "o"s
To be his grammatical typos
The lesson he never learns
and the test he don't ever want to pass 
to his battlefield the grass
to be his destination street
To be why his lips part and meet
And where he turns his tongue
that mushy and wet
and bittersweet
The tune he hums in discreet
His lyric-less song..
To be his exhale of fire
His little blue bird on the wire
To be where he is and isn't
The toothbrush of his new tire
The love letters burning at his absence
and the stammering silence when he arrives
to be all the bees to his hive
That dead and alive
in him.

To be what he wants to know
These queries he smokes away
To be where he speeds to slow
what he hides to show
the job to his blow
the river to his flow
and the fill to his refill
The Genie to his lantern 
He scraps off his eyes mindset 
To be the magic to his carpet..
 to be his temptation
To be his acceleration
 to be his desire to touch
To be His favorite video game
the black and white photo to his frame
one of everyone but someone else
 to be the one is able to calm him
with handful of shooting stars
 to be the one is able to turn him on
from behind fate bars .
To be what he can't afford to lose
To be when he has nothing to lose.
and when he has to chose
the uncertainty of his pick 
to be in his prayer 
the ritual and the adorer 
to be a favorite on his internet explorer,
one click ahead.
one button push
a shortcut to a smile and a moan
To be the object stands near the subject in his sentence
To be the reason of an excitement wave in his heart
To be the source of the sparkle in his eyes.
To believe you can be a sunshine to his sun
and a moonlight shawl to his lonely shivering moon
The darkness to his prince
the ever to his since
the perfect light to his broken lens
and the memories to his spotless mind.