This glorious, agonizing emotion~
Is this what love is? Am I perhaps
feeling it for the very first time?
A butterfly caress, a flickering wing
of emotional ectasy that begins
in my feet giving them new life.
Then root, vines, flowers,
twisting and churning,
tying me in knots and enslaving
all of my being, especially
my heart which learns to
beat in new rhythms.
My face grows flushed and I
can feel my soul dancing,
the soul core of all that
is me, the same person I was
as a little girl, and now
I am that little girl with you.
Our eyes meet and I smile unbidden
following your spirit with my eyes,
craning my neck as if afraid
to miss one moment, one breath.
This must be the love that makes
great poets pick up their pens
and burn all their lamp oil,
their precious ink as they search
for the words to describe a miracle.
Two hearts connecting.
The ecstasy, the pain,
the knowing that even
if you melted together
into one brilliant jewel
and poured like liquid
into the ocean's bed,
you couldn't be
close enough together
nor long enough
entwined.
Note to self:
this, my dear girl,
is what love is
meant to feel like.
Cherish it always.
