You Held Me How I Want To Be Held 12/23/22

I know you. We have met before. Simple passings, sweet hellos.

Walking backward, we collide softly and turn.

We embrace in a stone wall tunnel.

Our lips meet and you thrust your body close. I pounce up with my legs wrapped around your waist and you hold me.

Your hands are placed cupped underneath my rear. Your grip is strong.

There is so much ease as we stay linked together.

So much laughter. So much heart.

It feels good to hurt from smiling so much.

It’s a puzzle complete. We are free to be

Bulletproof plans abound. It’s we who meet the world. We are Gods.