Wait.. I've Felt Something Other Than Angry?

Ok, so I'm going through my poetry books I used to keep once upon a time... the analog blogs...



"How can I prove that I love you? That you're good enough-that your touch
makes my body sing
makes me moan
makes me want you inside of me inside of you?
How can I make my eyes my smile make you see the joy
you have brought me
the gifts you lie at my feet in homage
to make me see make me feel
beautiful, revered, & cherished?
How do I teach you the words to the song my heart sings
along with your voice telling me you love me?
How do I help you erase years of pain
years of longing
years of lonliness that I know too deep in the core of me?
How do I teach you how to dance with me with reckless abandon
free of fear and hurt and pain?
I can only tell you
only touch you
only laugh with you
play with you
cry with you
and hope that one day you will learn the words to my song
and dance when you hear it and know that I will trust you
when you lead."

I've never been this in love since. I can't believe I ever was.