You once prayed for God to guide our conversation;
little did I know that He provides our relation-
ship. It makes it easier to slip,
knowing that your arms are wide open,
welcoming my fall.
This is second nature, so beautiful,
so simple that it makes me cry.
I see love in how your eyes hide in mine;
I see hope in the comfort you provide.
You are blue fire, the hottest possible flame,
strong enough to make my deepest iron
malleable, red hot mantle.
You’ve grown so close;
you are so much of me.
You have paths of me that I’ve never traversed
wide open.
The perfect harmony scale to my melody,
your song is what I want “we” to be-
come. Just one. Unison, the sum,
of blessed differences, chance circumstances,
bravery, and
that feeling…
That feeling when your lips caress mine,
our hearts’ percussion lines combine,
when our hands, legs, and our minds intertwine.
You didn’t even have to offer your body
for a piece of you to be mine.
Time could never weather the hold you have on me,
nor could the world buffer the chords you strike in me,
creating euphonic accord my heart has never heard,
a melody of desire, of unity, of peace.