I tried to forget.
I tried to deny it
Ever happening.
I convinced myself
For many years. Pushed
To the depths of my
Psyche.
Enough yoga and meditation
To rewrite what was
Happening…
But then why…?
Why does it always creep
Up on me? Those little
Moments. That particular
Moment.
Your insertion.
It’s not a dream.
It’s not imagination.
I still don’t dare to
Acknowledge that
It happened.
And I liked it.
…
…
…
Fits like a glove.
My Beautiful Man.
The Best.
