She asks again,
hungry for the truth,
and willing to wait for it.
I rake my brain for gold nuggets,
ones that shine light
on changing the world.
I toss them her way for approval;
every last one falls to the ground with a thud.
Why?
She asks again,
patiently smelling roses while I wrestle.
Pushed to my edge, I squint my eyes to hide
from the confession about to escape my lips...
— Because I love myself too much not to!
On the tale end of my words,
She falls off her feet roaring with laughter.
Her wild rumbles into my bones,
and my body begins to rattle in rhythm with hers.
How do you feel?
Joyful, flirty, powerful
hot, a little buzzy,
quiet
scared, confused.
What just happened?
You got to the heart of it.
but, I also want to cry?