The Armor of His Wings

And I admit he was right:
I have to give up some of my own,
and allow him to lead this closeness,
where attraction
isn’t always about intimacy,
and intimacy doesn’t always mean
undressing or lovemaking.
What a beautiful place that would be
to appreciate him
wholly as the density of our words:
where the sound of his laughter
is a savored tune;
where his silence is held
and lingered
as the sweetness of my beloved;
where two lovers
can speak truthfully as old souls,
meeting once again.
What a safe place
that would be, where we can feel
and grow, and love and know
what it means to lose a little control.

// 04 Oct 2022