Poems - His Pain Flower

Truth

Your name is written all over my skin, Master.Even when you can’t touch itthe air around my body burnsknowing it’s […]

Being naked is more than a circumstance.It’s not the simplicity of taking off my clothes one by oneeach layer of

“All roads lead to Rome.” I hear the rain washing out the day…the nonsense, the routinethe daily jokes… all just

It’s deafening,this silence in the bones,in the skin, in the guts,in the tick-tock of the second handthat punishes, and punishesthe

I feel the air around my skina new stillnessnot even a molecule of oxygen movinga quiet pause,a momentary break.It is

You saw me even before I saw myself,hiding between the light and the dark.You claimed me while setting me free,free

I don’t need to be understood.I don’t need to be completed.I don’t need to be fixed.I don’t need to be

They are not empty words.They are the smile on my faceafter the pleasure tremors through my body.They are the warmth

I feel you behind me,the heat that you radiate,the support your body gives me,the steadiness, the trust.I feel your hand

Our own piece of magic areall those unintentional momentsthat built us:two people galaxies awayseparated by the ocean,languages, borders,that now can