Concept: endurance as faith
as a lifeline
that never ends,
an anchor that goes straight down
through mantle to core.
Endurance like love,
like the 500 yard free,
like learning to ‘fly
and quitting at seventeen
but then picking back up, stronger now.
Like a lust forgotten and reawakened
by those Timberlands I fell for
in a past life.
I want to keep going.
I want to stop
spinning analogies in my head
while I build strength
to handle the real thing.
I don’t want dreams anymore,
don’t want to zone out
and pretend we’re together
when we’re not.
I want the hotness of your skin
and the wetness of your glands
all up on me like we’re running
a race that has no finish line.
I want your hands in my mouth
and your tongue and your cum.
I hear giving up is the easy way out,
but I’ve never been good
at surrender.
More than just a long game,
this requires no strategy.
It’s playing in the waves
knowing we can walk straight in
and never stop,
not when our feet leave the sand
nor when we become submerged.
They told me endure, and I said
always,
because I carry the world on my back,
and if I put it down to embrace you
then everything I thought I knew
could be wrong.

September 29, 2024