I haven’t met you yet.

Your piercing eyes make love to my soul.

We come intact.

Whole.

Our wounds sealed with gold,
more beautiful having been broken.

We lick each other’s scars which we wear with pride.

We did our work, you and I.

We fought to uncover our flawed selves.

Stepping out of the picture perfect world
in pursuit of the delicious raw truth.

We light up the stage with a fierce sense of who we are.

Ride or die.

Our own horses.

We part to fight our own battles.

We unite to watch the sun set.

We make love with an intensity that sends
shockwaves through the earth’s bedrock.

We delight in sharing our battle stories.

Our passions don’t mix.

You have yours.

I have mine.

Our souls, however, know this dance we do.

We move to a rhythm that reverberates through our meaty bones.

No contracts bind us.

No rules to follow.

We break the conformity to show up for each other.

I feel like I’ve known you from lifetimes ahead of now.

The future bleeds it’s radiant colors onto my knowing smile.

I have loved you from when I was just a star.

Now, I will cherish you in human form.