Perhaps I will, one day
Share a story to my heirs
About a confidant
that held my trust and confidence
Whom I clashed and crossed path with
in a weirdly whimsical incident
He’s a concept of too many blanks
which I filled the gap bit by bit
at my own liberty
of his accent
of his tone
of his fingers
of his bones
of his chest, abs, curves, moves, sighs, moans
I will tell them that at some point in life
we had intense exchanges
excessive fascinations
and enjoyable moments
which we collected and treasured
Because the discussion, the talk, the conversation were real
Even if they felt like a dream