The being
Of my dreams
Personifies love
In reality

Amongst this
Untouched
Skin
and all of
these
Layers
Of emotion
Remain
Undisrupted
Thoughts of
You

I believed I needed
A change
So I enacted
One
I meditated to
Balance my
Chakras
I prayed,
And I don’t even
Believe in God
I sit alone  
With Sam Cooke’s
A Change Is Gonna Come
On repeat
As if that act of insanity
Is gonna bring about anything
Different

I’ve been at a loss.
One unspoken,
Invisible,
And even unknown for that matter

It just lingers
Haunting me
in the most
Surreal yet familiar
fashion

And then,
I remember what it
was like
to love
in August.

Confusion breeds uncertainty
And I certainly have no prior
Knowledge on how to
Raise changeability
Or guide indecision

I miss making compromises
That didn’t feel
Like compromises
Because I loved
You
Enough to
Adjust
And be content
Within the confines
Of your comfort

Every aspect of His caress is rather other worldly
The way his warm hands manage to soothe the aching within the indent of my spine

I then slip into an alternate universe
With my eyes tightly shut
As I am introduced to this Euphoria
By the smoothest baritone I’ve ever had the pleasure of recognizing

                    The voice of God