the freedom of 'i love you'

                   I try to pass the time
                   float through the day
                   with my head somehow below the clouds
                   but I can't
                   not with you in mind
                   it occurs to me
                   and makes me stop
                   in my tracks
                   at random
                   just what is entailed in your loving me.
                   and I'm thrilled
                   elated
                   too enamoured and honored for words.
                   I can only explain myself now
                   with the language of flesh
                   and sweat
                   and moans and glittered lips
                   and fingertips accross skin
                   and what it feels like in
                   my core
                   my first shakra
                   my fourth
                   I wonder wordlessly, staring into space,
                   what it's like to kiss you
                   what it's like to not be able to control what I do
                   in your arms
                   what it's like to let go and hold on all at once
                   what it's like to collapse next to you,
                   to whisper your precious name
                   and know that everything I really need is right there,
                   accross from me.



                   I love you
                   and oh, what freedom there is in those words
                   the freedom in those words, finally and freely said.
                   it's as if dingy curtains have been thrown open in my head.
                   I love you
                   and I thank you

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