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.


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,


scared, confused.

What just happened?

You got to the heart of it.

but, I also want to cry?

You've been holding a lot.

When you touch your heart,

it's going to drip.


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