The Way I Love You
I’m at home, where I belong.
It’s not too late to feel it.
I found home after walking down countless roads,
where the cut was deep, but your love, deeper still.
I love you, and that’s enough.
I don’t bleed—
your love is a balm, healing me.
I felt love, solo, without hurt.
You love me like I don’t deserve it,
like I’m the stone you could shatter with a glance,
yet you soften me with every touch.
What did I do to earn this?
To rest in your lap,
kissing your cherry lips,
while holding your soul.
That’s how you love me—
turning my gaze to stone,
like Medusa,
with your love as the serpent’s gaze,
locking my heart in place,
yet instead of fear, it blooms.
Your eyes—so still, so deep—
are the oceans where I drown,
but somehow, I breathe again.
Each glance,
and still, I am reborn in the depths of you.
Your eyes carve through me,
piercing deep, dragging my breath from my chest.
I am yours—every inch,
flesh and stone,
softened, melted under the blaze of your gaze.
You kiss me like a claim,
tongue sweeping through mine,
hands roaming, pulling and pushing,
molding my body to fit your own.
With each touch,
I burn, the heat of you seeping into my bones,
and in your eyes,
I am remade—
scattered pieces, gathered in your hands,
reformed with every touch.
Your hands—
they hold me as if I’m the only thing keeping you whole,
fingers caressing every inch,
tracing, claiming,
the heat of your touch branding my skin.
With each move, I turn to stone,
but not from fear—
you have the power to freeze me,
and still, I burn,
aching for more.
You pull me closer,
closer,
until our bodies fuse,
breaths mingling,
the heat of you seeping into me,
filling every space between us.
Your love slithers, slick beneath my skin,
a thousand snakes coil through my veins,
but here, in the depth of your gaze,
I am bound—
where every pulse of venom you inject
turns to molten honey,
where I am both captive and conqueror.
Trapped by your eyes,
and yet, I wear your gaze like a crown,
feeling the weight of you,
pressing me, molding me,
until I am nothing but yours.
That’s how I love you—
your gaze cracks me open,
no longer stone,
but burning alive in the fire of your love.
You shape me with your eyes,
molding me into something never felt,
never before—
both the wreckage and the rebirth
in the gaze that lives within me,
and in that, I find my home.
- Achu B
#Medusa