daraja [COMPLETED✅]

Boy

The way your

skin feels like clouds.

You bring me a place

I never believed could

be mine.

Heaven incarnate,

body glowing in the

halo of the sun.

The way your lips

give birth to dreams

I never dared to manifest.

And we're no longer in

the material world.

We've transcended all

of the weights meant

to keep us down,

the people who would

clip our wings.

Boy.