By Jakeob Anderson

that boy, he was a mountain; tall

his skin, the breadth of his chest, was space; vanta, speckled, vast

calling me to w[o,a]nder

he was earth; sturdy, rainforest, petrichor, testosterone—

hair tracing a path to

blood and bone

between his thighs;

soft rock, waterfall

black, rich, Milky Way odyssey 

 

i drunk him in, deep

he was the taste of water and salt, himalayan

he was hunger and filling so that the more i drunk

the more i needed

when he entered me, the stars in his eyes became mine

when he thrust, he was god and i was the centre of the universe

one strum after the next & soon we were music

discordant symphony, abomination orchestra

frenzied, he oozed strength, virtue leaving his body into mine 

we collapsed into each other;

 

that boy, he was a mountain, i am an altar

& i love how we worship