falling in love
Enlightened to say the least- eyes are no longer
Widely shut. You left your arms ajar for a simple
And true affirmation of unrecognizable calm.
I never knew such gilding, of such accepting
Of cold hands, it strikes and produces flaring sparks-
Not the kind of sparks that widen shutting.
It makes a sort of sense that the middle ground
Of wide and shut is ajar, like you are,
Like I never was until a moment stamped on white.
Pure trueness lies in the very horrific notion-
I see clear undaunted water, only so deep and wide
To hold what lies in the unknown- paradise.
My chin rises, regaining strength back- I accept
Your beckoned welcome hardly exhaling
Whirls of thoughts. I feel entitled lying in your arms-
I got here on my own terms