If you truly love someone
You will delight in
Covering and healing their deepest shame
Never will you exploit and expose it more

Your voice was a furious ocean
Your words were sound waves
Reaching my listening shoreline
Crashing on my ears

He was early day
The first blush of dawn
The sun bursting through
The shoulders I hung my hope on

My heart was opened
The doubt unfurled
In the strength of his arms
My body was curled
I felt so safe
In the light he splashed through my dark world

Guttural depths enclose me.
The vast expanse, like a tomb.
I am surrounded on every side by dark waters.
The endlessness is suffocating.
The immensity, my prison.
The deep, my grave.

Allow me to uncover my desires
And my deepest affections impart
How I yearn to lay my head upon your chest
And hear the rhythmic thuds of your heart

The gravity of this love
Has my very soul collapsing in
You are my true confession
Give me this pleasure once again

Let me drink from your well
Let me taste the wine of your lips
Let me sit beneath your shade
And trace your veins with my finger tips

I read you in books
I hear you in music
I see your face in strangers
I feel you in my sleep
I can’t escape you
I’m drowning in you

The days pass & he lingers
I sip on the memory  
Of his calloused fingers
Like he etched his initials into my skin
I, robed in his jacket
That still smells like him

I dance whenever I recall
Our nights together
When we exposed it all
I was the sea
We took and gave
& elated, he splashed
Inside my waves

Fear gripped his heart
His head dropped, in a bow
mouthing anxious prayers
He wiped the sweat from his brow

Adrenaline clothed his spirit
Palms bloodied with astillas
As trembling hands grasped his rosary
& he pled with Maria

The crowd thundered with cheers
The stadium started to quake
As he stood and sheathed his sword
The ground began to shake

He waved his right hand to the masses
The applause rumbled in floods
Drunk on a prehistoric instinct
& a twisted thirst for blood

The beast snorted in
Fierce, wild & hostile
He lowered his horns for battle
Rage plumed from his nostrils

The matador, stood unmoved
Not showing the creature his fear
Yet as the crowd trickled silent
He allowed himself a single tear

The victory was already his
The animal would never glimpse tomorrow
Yet he swirled his cape before the congregation
& to his opponent shouted “TORO!”