I found him in the evening where he showed me parts of himself from our connection of sight. Both of our cheeks captured a flush, showing me a world I thought I’d never touch again and it was his for the first time. These were the bonds we entered into.
Together to the love, was our sacred experience, gone to the highest edges of desire, bound of our relationship protected by fire; witnessed by others.
They stood up for us, searching our deepest minds for our lust, finding it was true life and love; and it was real, if only for a moment created in trust, cutting bounds, holding hands in a grasp; at last.
We stayed awake all night talking of our past, sometimes a broken beauty that he now knows, my head on his chest all night where I called him a hero; my whole life, my love.