Being myself in the arms and strong hands of beauty.
Strings, webs of joy stranded and solopsitic.
Holding the face of God in my palms and watching my heart scream in a barbaric orgasm.
The dance that flowed from the highest mountain and crashed into my reality with a violent beauty. my body as words on a page, singing my utmost honor to be chosen for enlightenment.
The eyes that welcomed my validation and reflected my courageous creativity.
The healing between brothers.
Feeling the right-ness of my existence.
Giving and taking the lessons provided by experience.
My face contorting to please my lovers.
Joy incarnate, in a single night.