Hands on heart often

feeling throughout my days

being alone, not wanting

Yet, meeting love again

for the first time

I want passion


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…


for the sake of being

In joy

so much that life

does not get

In the way.