#non binary yearning

[onyxedenfox]

You can be older, stronger, bigger, taller. Butch, Masc, Other, or somewhere in between. Either way, you deserve to be looked after too. Please let me look after you. Let me take you out on cute coffee dates, hold doors open for you and pull back your chair. Let me make us cakes and sandwiches, and take you on a picnic in a sunny field. Let me weave you a daffodil crown, place it gently, propped behind your ears. Let me pull you back into me, head laying across my chest, arms resting over my thighs in the shadow of a cherry tree. Let me play with your hair and softly scratch at your scalp, knead into your shoulders, pepper kisses on your neck. Let me walk you home, help you carry groceries and make you dinner. Let me feed you from my fork, and make sure you get all the best bites, tastes and morsels. Let me help you with the dishes, water you plants, run you a bath. Let me wash your hair, pat you dry and rub sweet oils into your skin. Let me lay you down, hold you and caress you in any way you want. Let me read to you, and whisper magic tales as you lay upon my chest and drift to sleep. Let me hold you close and comfort you, keeping all bad dreams at bay. Please. Please let me look after you. Let me take care of you.

[gay-and-mid-poetry]

"I'd find you in any lifetime"

It almost seems so obvious. Like some simple fact, pointed out to illustrate what is seemingly irrefutable.

But at the same time I feel like I have to say it.

Part of that truth, chiseled into time, is that I want to tell you, over and over again. I want to shout it from the rooftops. I feel like I need to stop each passerby and shake them, asking:

"Do you know how I love them? How my soul is intertwined with theirs?

Do you know that I will find them, in any possible arrangement of this crazy mess we call life?"

I would cross galaxies, rivers of time, bend the fabric of reality in order to hold them.

[gay-and-mid-poetry]

I crave the day when our scents are no longer distinct

I long for the day when I clutch your shirt to my chest and I cannot find a trace of you there

I dream of being so close to you, so intertwined that we have become a fundamental part of each other presence

I yearn for the mundane with you

I dream of holding your hand through the grocery store. Nothing is out of the ordinary, and my heart is full

Images and fantasies play through my mind where you are simply a building, a room, a single door away.

In my fantasies, all I have to do is call out and you'll peer around the corner, asking what's the matter

I was made to be close to you

We were made to be connected long before either of us could comprehend

Seven hours away and it feels like an ocean

I am coming home to you

[gay-and-mid-poetry]

I didn't think I believed in multiple lifetimes

Didn't think there was more than a brief moment, a breath

But now I'm not so sure

I find myself daydreaming, thinking about how we knew each other before

Wildcats, hunting in forests together

Birds, flying miles and miles to find each other

A couple sea otters, fishing together

Some small critters far outside of any land tracked by people, content in our little nest

A small cat, nuzzled against your chest as you stroked my fur and rocked in front of the fireplace

Petting your furry head and looking into those loving puppy eyes as I told you how precious you were

I wonder how it felt to hold your hand hundreds of years ago on a continent across the globe

But I smile as I realize it felt just like it does now, like home

Like I found you, against all laws of probability

I think about how much it felt like I spent the early years of my life restless, searching, not realizing I was looking for you

So it may be silly

It may not be scientific

There's no logical explanation but you give me reason to believe

I will find you in our next life

I am yours and you are mine

I will find you in every lifetime

[gay-and-mid-poetry]

A thousand lifetimes

A thousand versions of us

Any place

Any time

Any language

Any planet

Any species

It leads me to them

It leads them to me

An unbreakable strand that keeps us tied

We'll find each other like it has to be

Something so true it cannot be undone

A game of universal tag

They found me, lost

So I will find them next

I look at the stars and begin to understand the statistical improbability that I'd find my way into their arms

But all of the magnitudes of space and time could not keep us apart

Whatever forces lay beyond that cosmic blanket dare not stand in our way

And when I look into their eyes it all makes sense