Visions

He came to me in a vision. His voice was strong but his physical form was nonexistent in my mind. He was calling out to me, repeating my name as I sank deeper and deeper into a dream. He told me I would never be alone again. Surely, I thought this was God reaching out to me. Maybe it was, but I'll never know. He completed the voice's physical form when I met him. He was very unhealthy but yet he was beautiful. I never believed in magic until he gently touched my arm. His voice matched the one that came to me in the very same vision, making me realize that it was him and not the great God above. His eyes are warm and brown, but hold a mystery I try to bring into the light every day. Sex with him makes me vulnerable and weak as I give everything I hold inside to him. When I look into his eyes, it gives me the opportunity to complete the circle that makes us one. He has made me fall in a new definition of love that I obsess over. His name is Matthew.