Hands on heart often
feeling throughout my days
being alone, not wanting
Yet, meeting love again
for the first time
I want passion
Reciprocated
offering self full and more
Back and forth bouncing
catching each other
Before we fall
or together
hitting the sky and the ground
at times.
Not running again and
Taking from, instead
of offering together
Wanting to be with
even in moments
with self.
Too much for both
to meet, regularly
giving, receiving
as though the world
that rips apart and seduces
is not at all present
Loving without restraint
or approval
from the very one’s
who don’t want to see
and don’t…
Love
for the sake of being
In joy
so much that life
does not get
In the way.
