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he slips
into my arms-
warm lines, and
soft forms.
his eyes-
chocolate pools-
a reflection,
of me,
of him.
they are liquid amber,
and honey, and
topaz and tiger's eye and yet
they are all his.
and they are not.
for memories swim, and resurface,
and fade
in those depths
i see him.
and i see all that came before him.
and i see me.
his lips-
cherry satin-
full and soft
pink as his cheeks
in the cold air, and silent ice.
always curved,
always smiling
except when he is not,
and it is then
where i make it my vocation
to help him smile again.
and i fulfill this desire,
again,
and
again.
his body-
lovely heaven-
smooth, most of all
gentle, a caress
even when i am the one caressing him
he bares all, and envelops all
in the bareness. he invites me in
(of that, a surprise, pleasant,
and welcome.)
invites me in to paint his bareness
(unknown to him, flourishing with life)
into
a masterpiece.
him-
blue-
blue.
he is a crystal rose.
blue, in all its forms
a whirling storm, a quiet lake,
a flowing stream, an everlasting pool.
the endless sky, bottomless ocean
he is flowers, and grass, and all that is living.
he is life
perhaps only to me
perhaps to all who have seen his beauty.
blue sky, to petal flight-
for certain, we are unbreakable.
enraptured,
the angels mourn our love
that between blue souls and chocolate eyes,
i am his
and he is mine.
he slips
into my arms-
warm lines, and
soft forms.