I dream of beautiful things,
Sounds of a warm spring.
A life of joy.
Mimicry.

I want to melt into worlds of beginnings,
Listen to the music of presence.

I want to be.

"Oh, ***!"

You are the loosener of tongues!
I can wrap my mind around my own ellipses...
The convoluted hills and valleys of
"Do you know what truth is?"

The box poses on my table,
So patient in its guise.
Allures its extent to baffle,
And prove me thus unwise.

To draw me closer it will bait
And lure by fine sweet sounds,
Perplexity my new bed mate,
Mischief that knows no bounds.

I lie in this bed and ponder,
Choice is mine, is it not?
What gifts inside I do wonder!
Temptation's guile my lot.

Gilded and exquisitely wrought,
Intricacy unparalleled,
My prolonged resistance for naught,
My hand thus adroitly compelled!

I want to drive a million miles and bring you home, where you belong.  
I am patiently composed on the outside, but inside of myself?  

Oh!

I am a squirming mess of,
'Please, God, can we begin the forever part now?'

Do you see how you move inside of me?  
Are you quite certain that you can tackle this poet's heart?

I am a mess, and well aware of who you are.

You are cotton candy, spun so light and sweetly;
It doesn't matter to me one bit if you are pink, or blue.
You are sweet things written into the air.
  
I want to **** you into my mouth,
Inhaling your beauty into my lungs.

You are cotton candy,
So light and delicate,
So ready to melt upon my tongue.

Today, someone rang my bell.
For the first time in two years, my first thought was,

"I wonder who that could be?"

Prior to this day,
--Oh, this glorious, beautiful day!--
A ringing bell was an emergency siren met with dread and fear,
A signal for full alert, always accompanied by that feeling of impending doom;
Screaming out from the pores of my skin--

"Where can I hide?!"

I'm sure you can't understand or even possibly relate.
You, with your normal life.  
You, who feel safe within your home.
You, who think nothing of the buzzing of a bell, nothing but happy anticipation.

Today, I had a normal reaction to a very normal occurrence.
And I felt victorious.

Today, I felt surging within me something akin to hope,
Something that bubbled up inside of me, shouting out,  
*"Yes, you can and will live life again."

His love is eager, pure, and real.

He is all that is good in the world.
Purple Wysteria, tangled in my hair,
And I am drunk on his scent.

I lose myself in him each day, as he tells me of

His worries,
                                    
                                            hopes,

                                                                              dreams.


He opens to me like a flower,
Revealing to me those delicate, soft places.
Oh yes, he is so solidly, so tenderly human.

And I am pixie dust, wanting to fly him to the moon;
I want to give him wings.

Oh, he is love warmed to perfection,
And I am his oven.

Worth a share...a powerful piece that has moved me so deeply.

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