Audacity.
To be heard when the herd is common
He
Yes he is audacity
He is 3 dimensional happiness
Zoomed out, zoomed in
Whirled around 360
Stood up straight
He is slender muscles and flesh
Tough bronze exterior with muscles made of gold
He is Apollo with wreaths of olive
Cradling his crown of swimming fallow swoops and swishes
He is tall while I stand flat in comparison
He is pithy and rich soil
Sunlight glow and warm autumn days
He is crisp autumn leaves and complicated wool meshed flannels
He is a twisted lip prince and a soul adored admirer
Ambience emanates from him like refreshing spring waters
Tumbling over you like a breath you wanted, a breath you needed
He is not the wind under my wings but the wings themselves, guiding me safely
He comforts me in my sorrow
Wraps me in love and his arms
Yes. Audacity
That is what he is to me.
