Solace; Thank you Poetry

I find solace in small things

Quiet gestures

Sweet words

I feel solace against her warm body

My fingers wrapped around her

She exposes the words I hold in; my darkest fears, biggest fantasies

I know solace when my chest rises with ease

Emotions stop hindering my thought process, peace showers over me

I want solace, but she’s hard to find and I’m unwise

I look for her in the trees; bottom of bottles.

 I look for her in unknown beds with unknown bodies.

I look for her where other people have said to find her but she’s never there.

She usually finds me

Her warm smile seduces me as we move into a whirlwind fantasy

I love her and she loves me

That’s why she’s my solace; because she completes me and keeps my heart at ease

And I never feel like I’m in it alone, or I care too much, or that I’m doing it on my own

So many of the feelings that I feel with other humans, those feelings are all gone and if I ever do feel that way she reappears to remind me that I’m never alone

Apparently solace is in me; me and her have become intertwined entities

Her pseudonym is poetry