You’re a concept of too many blanks

Poem about modern relationship

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