Intoxicated
Headfirst I plunge into the deep and collide upon the carousel of him.
An ongoing cycle of dizzy days.
I’m in a foggy haze in his presence.
The essence of him is hypnotic. Isn’t it ironic?
We weren’t even supposed to be here.
I never would’ve thought he’d by mine but every time I’m near him, it’s clear my key unlocks the door of his heart.
We are unexplained, a paradox based in absurdity.
This him and me
feels right.
And at night, when it’s his arms that hold me,
this contradiction becomes the current of my soul.
I’ve been told there’s no such thing as true love.
True, love wasn’t what we were searching for but, the need for more of him became the truth of my heart.
The start of long days and long nights.
It feels so right when we’re together.
He penetrates my core with soft words and strong hands.
I am elevated beyond this plane, it’s hard to explain how he makes my body quake.
He takes my breath away.
In my darkest days he lights a path to him and shields me from the pain.
Being just a man, there’s only so much he can do but, being just my man is all I need.
When he says he loves me, he says it with his soul and not just to take the road to the meeting of my thighs.
He loves my eyes, my heart, and all its broken parts.
He releases me from the burden of trying to be, and just lets me be.
And at night, when he plays my body like piano keys, the tips of his fingers glide across my heart and melt my soul.
Every part of me is his.
An oasis of ecstasy, he rations out his love to me and we last for a lifetime, our bodies intertwined.
He is wine upon my lips and I’m intoxicated.
I’m so glad we made it here,
to peace,
to love.
T. M. Wolfork 