TRUST

TRUST You ask me, if I believe In freedom—freedom of thought, freedom of mind, freedom of speech…when all the while on the inside…freedom for me has been…the tenderness of your touch—your warm embrace… the way you move your lips… and smile…before speaking… my name…making it sound so beautiful… freedom in every moment that we share… laughing and smiling…that always makes me believe…I could trust you… I could love you…endlessly. Our last conversation, that took place over a week ago…came so easily… as smooth and as warm as a light summer breeze…blowing right through us ever so gently…it threw us for a loop… as we got caught up in each other’s words and unique identities…found in a brief moment of temporary bliss… lost in each other’s eyes…locked in between thighs, lips, and silent cries…crouched quietly, carefully…kept deep down on the inside of me…. 70 feeling so exposed by real things…we sipped wine and poured our souls completely into glasses… and drank reality away…joyously chatting the night away…mentally, physically…we got aroused sexually…expressing our in-depth vocabulary…passionately like crazy lovers getting high off of our sexual chemistry… although, sex is the enemy that we were both trying so hard to subdue. And after carefully observing a shaky reality… we debated for hours on whether true love could be maintained mentally, emotionally, physically…and you said, “Trust me”…and without fears or reservations of slipping deeper into the deep… “I do…oh, I do.” Because I already love you and my heart … is too weak to hide from you at this point in the conversation… because somewhere in the middle of all those drinks... and spiritual conversations, I became your shadow... forever trying to stand still next to you…in the daylight.