ATTACHMENTS

Being with him was easy

How we sparked a connection 

How we got along with so much ease

How he found my complexity mundane

How I just melted into him like butter 

How we fit like pieces of a puzzle

How our warmth combined with a solid unit of heat

The banter and the difference, oh the magic that brought 

Being with him was a dream

The endless naps within limited lapses

Singing in our underwear and holding each other in our armour 

The late nights and early mornings

The beautiful mistakes and ugly truths

The way he made me feel real and seen

The way he felt so unreal 

And every day, I'd wake up and still be dreaming 

Being with him was sensual

The slow warm kisses

The shivering cold touches

The way he made me heave and the way I made him crave

The way my back arched to his strokes

And the way his body shook to my blows

And that moment of silence swimming in blissful pleasure after giving ourselves to each other. 

Being with him was enough 

I know it fell short 

And we had a lot of mishaps

But he won't be a fading memory to me

The thought of him will not burn to embers

I choose to think of him the way I'd like him to remember me

An easy, sensual dream

And maybe he will often seem like a figment of my imagination 

But being with him is the most real I ever felt