There is this beautiful man
I am not sure I even know his face
And yet it is a familiar one.
How do I know with such certainty
That he is thinking about me too
I can feel his energy on my skin
I find it alluring
It is strong and sexy
Tender and intimate
A balanced masculine soul
I can hear his laugh
His smile reaches his eyes
And when his eyes connect with mine
It is a beautiful mess
All his insecurities are reveled
Not in shame
Only there to remind him
Of how far he has come.
Can he feel me
As I creep into his thoughts
Our foreheads connected
Lips barely touching
He doesn’t want to kiss me
But he really wants to kiss me
The push and pull
He is overthinking it
But that is because life has left some beautiful scars
I long for him
In so many different ways
Never with expectations
Of what I want
Only the flow of what is to be
If he is for me
I will have him.
If he is for someone else
I will honor his happiness
So many years
Of giving away pieces of myself
So another could remain whole
This man has filled is own holes
Beautifully patched together
I trace his wounds with my fingertips
Feeling everything he has felt
Giving of my own energy
Connecting to his soul
Not to help him heal
But to honor
That he has already healed himself
I know he is out there
We are already connected
Our souls ignited from the same flame
Many, many lifetimes ago
We shall meet again
Perhaps we already have
Is he still a stranger
Or someone I have loved for years
His soul is no stranger to my own
Running his fingers
Through my emotions
Stirring up each memory
He has been inside me before
I have felt him fill me up
Connected in ways beyond understanding
Until we are wrapped up in an embrace
Him questioning once again
If he should kiss me or not
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