I want you to know, that I’m ok.
I’ve wrestled with similar demons before,
But there’s angelic nature wrapped around this core.
I found light in existing by your side;
Conquered perceptions and verified a purified image of masculinity.
I am better for it; I’ve succumbed to trajectories; I will pray for more.
We laid in bed this week, and we each prayed aloud: “Dear, Lord…”
I fell so much harder in love with you; we shared something more, something I hadn’t experienced before.
My heart is still wrapped around you.
My hands beg for the warmth of your bare skin.
But I’m ok. Hopeful.