first night, in her arms
she kissed me awake
butterfly kisses dancing skin
nothing more at stake
i don’t know what to do
is the purest of possibilities
clean slate, for the heart, of the heart
i don’t know what to undo
all this fire, all this aglow
i don’t know what is true
only, that she is
in bloom
His words inspire me to go out and find what he has. What she now has. They are both so lucky to have found someone who makes them feel this way. I'm losing my bearings and I'm becoming a ball of mushy feelings. Love must feel like that. I'm jealous that he can make that mush and turn it into something that makes me cry to read. That's something that a lot of people struggle with. It's easy to explain pain. You can tell doctors where it is, explain how much there is on a scale and get it fixed. But love....you can't give a specific location, explain how much or how quickly it spreads and there's never a scale big enough to encompass the amount of love you feel. That's part of what makes it so special. You can't explain it very well, but you know it's there and you can always feel it, and it's always easy to give away...because you can always make more.
