,

Annulled in my memories

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.