He Is

His voice
Rumbles and vibrates; caressing my senses

His smile
Eases me into thoughts of desire

His eyes
Look neither left or right, yet see everything

His soul
Moves in, around and through me

His body
Holds me down with the full weight of his being

His heart
Keeping to the shadows with the patience of a wolf

He is
I am
We are
Free


This poem was in my head as I awoke from a dream. I’m starting to suspect that I really do write in my dreams, though I do not remember it usually.

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