I live in his boxers, t-shirt, and KISS robe.
I smell his cologne like I’m taking a hit to get high on him.
I was high on Kevin. He was my drug—
made my nerves relax
and brain light up.
He ignited me because he
acknowledged the real me.
I’d gotten sick of guys not getting
the gift standing before them.
Then, Kevin saw me.
And I saw him.
In a new light.
Yeah, it was like the lights were turned on
after we’d made peace with the dimness.
There we were face to face with fantastic.
We smiled our way in and Kevin had a
smile on his way out
of this world
in his sleep.
Oh baby, I wear your boxers.