He smiles, he laughs with eyes,
Spotlights on the unseen, he brightens
Up a place when he arrives, akin to me
His love is for humanity, joy the droplets
He showers over them, the thirsty
And those who do not know they are,
So similar to me I feel, I caress
Myself whenever my fingers linger
Over his skin, look into my own
Eyes whenever I gaze in his,
His sweetness, his grins, playfulness
The picture on the wall, the grimace
Of a boy grown up to be a man,
His powerful body, the strength
Of virtues seduced by vices, tempted
By fatigue, it is not easy to always
Serve others, imposing puissance
Shuting my moans with a virile hand,
Surprises me with wine
Steak and vegetables he already knows me,
Opens to me, a sunflower blooming
At dawn, speaks his truth undressing
Before me, naked fragility divine sensitivity,
In a world that mistakes it
For weakness, the mesmerising weakness
Of a unique identity.

[Featured image: Body, Soul, Spirit, unknown]