Truly

In an ideal world, where we were able to establish boundaries, and bond over late night antics like leaning into one another whilst holding one another’s gaze as we shared quiet moments, discovering one another.    
   
Like, how you first scraped your knee when you were a kid, or how your first of everything unfolded, and I’d gaze into your eyes intently to absorb the essence of your breath, whilst learning more about the things that shaped you into the man you are today.    
   
We’d listen to music, and dance all night next to a bonfire in the middle of nowhere and we’d watch the stars shimmer as we explored one another, more intimately.    
   
We’d learn the art of one another in ways that’d make the devil blush with nothing on save the flickering ambience of scented candles, and nothing would ever feel wrong, no matter where you wanted to go, on me.    
   
You’d smile at my brand of quirky & shades of weirdness as such things would compliment yours, and we’d know how to hold one another graciously, without any emerging pretentiousness as we navigated one another’s inner debris.    
   
I’d learn to listen to your heart when it speaks my truth and I’d learn how to trust you with my whole being, and I’d you hold your heart & soul in the same light, whilst paying homage to your everlasting devotion.  
   
We’d spend our warm & sunny days nestled into one another, suspended in a hammock together and our limbs would be tangled until we couldn’t discern where you started, and where I ended as we become one to nurture & nourish one another, holistically; mind, body & soul.