If God is love, why do we use Him to justify hate?
your fear of God, because it’s the foundation,
your intellect, because ensures longevity of conversation,
your drive, because it makes me want more,
your smile, because it illuminates my life,
your sense of family, because we are now one,
your aggressiveness, because it exudes your confidence,
your hug, because it shows your vulnerability,
your swagger, because it’s so sexy,
your ambition, because it elevates us to higher heights,
your voice, because it’s soothing,
your smell, because it affirms your love of self,
your involvement in the community, because it accentuates your selflessness,
your strong back, because it keeps me satisfied,
your laugh, because it’s the music composed specifically for my ears,
your reassurance, because it compliments your love for me,
your tears, because they express your security of self,
your manhood, because it fits perfectly,
your honesty, even when the truth is hard for me to swallow,
your flexibility in adapting to life’s changes,
your kiss on my neck after a long day at work.
the way you look at me when I’m acting silly,
the way you finish my sentences,
the way your eyebrow wrinkles when thinking,
the way you touch the small of my back,
the way we can communicate without talking,
the way you can read my mind and discern my needs,
the way you know when to shut up,
the way you give me my space,
the way you let me be me.
I can’t wait…….
for the day we meet.
I close my eyes.
I see his smile, hear his laugh, feel his warm embrace as our moist bodies, permeating with perspiration from the knock out bout, are so close our rhythm is one beat in our unique love song.
Only to awake the morning after to the reality that the love we shared wasn’t love and was shared….a song everyone knew and loved.
I stand in the shower erasing the filth of yesterday’s promises, today’s guilt, tomorrow’s uncertainty and I run out of soap.
I pack my bag and leave before he ever awakes.
Only to then
open my eyes
and realize it was all a dream…