Ahsan Bhatt Poetry

I will never be able
to describe
the wonder and the overwhelming
warmth and feeling
of connection that I
gained with you as I lay
there naked beside you in your
strong arms,
never would words do it justice,
but I feel like I have to try,
or else that perfect moment will fade
like so many photographs in my memory,
that the realness of it will
turn into some kind of a dream,
that the feeling of not knowing
where I ended
and you began
will be floated into some kind
of mist into a place
where the depth of the waters
murky-up the clarity of the memory
you try so hard not to lose
sight of.

Your face that morning I
see every time I close my eyes.
Your soft, even breathing,
eyes closed, lips so gently parted,
innocent, almost pouting,
your insecurity coming to the surface,
angel-faced, blue haired boy.
And I wrapped myself around you,
half to keep you from slipping away,
half to pull you as close to me
as possible without becoming two
in one being.

Poet: Jada M Andrews