Myself and I

I enjoy being alone with myself,

I savor my time with her;

I run my fingers along her soft skin

feeling each bump, each hair

each beautiful imperfection;

I like to feel the skin grow taut at the touch

or a cool breeze...

I play with her hair.

I listen to the sounds of her breath

her heartbeat;

her heart...

(I don't worry what my chin looks like

or how my belly moves)

I revel in the warmth of her body

it's gentle curves...

I touch her lips...

I love her

when we are alone.

I feel

truth.

One day I hope;

I may be alone with myself

in the presence of another

(to be alone without 

the cold sting

of loneliness)

One day I may share my truth;

In that peace

I will be home