I’m lying in my bed, darkness all around
the glass window is opened
and I listen to the rain
while it falls musically
and kisses the ground.
The cats are in the corner of the bed
sleeping without a care in the world, almost snoring,
and the cool breeze of fresh rainy air
caresses my naked skin
my legs, my belly, my arms
my wetness, and my soreness.
My bruises remind me of yesterday,
a dream I’ve never thought I would have,
a bliss I’ve never thought I would live.
But this is me,
without question who I am…
I’ve found what was guarded inside:
the wrong that is right,
the words that are much more than a mere label.
I’ve found my smile and my tears,
my craziness and my sanity,
my darkness and my light.
I’ve found what is not a necessity but a choice
not an urgency but a craving:
my submissiveness to you.
My body and core yearning for your precious gifts
the pain, the pleasure, the marks on my skin and my soul,
my brain turning into the copilot
and giving you the reins,
all my control disappearing into a mist of trust.
Now I know I’m yours,
in all the shapes and colors,
and I wouldn’t dare to go back
to that plain grey world.