I fell in love
with his words,
That draped comfort
over the damp walls of my
solitude.
He was without a face,
but his voice echoed rhythms
that drummed resurrection within me.
He fell between the cracks,
He stepped over the broken shards
of a fragile identity.
Painting portraits upon my lips,
He
loved
me
slowly.
He curtained sunshine over my heart
and wrote peace under the soles of my feet.
We moved in melodies in midnight whispers.
caressing the complex knots of sorrow
between these legs,
he forgave the confusion of love.
Kissing life into the emptiness of my past.
He dwelled deep within me.
Lovely….. I hope am the man
Well, firstly, thanks for reading Yommy! But I think you might be assuming the man exists hahaha and does he really?