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life as a lover
to be rooted and grounded in this feeling of eternity.
to feel so deeply, so freely, so fully.
a role that isn’t easy, but is always fulfilling.
to be filling; to be feeling.
to be an ear, or open arms, or a shoulder.
to be hands, feet, neck, and elbows.
to be fruitful and abundant,
to never lack this cosmic affection.
where sorrow and joy are entangled and enthralled by the others' presence.
a graceful dance to represent all the presents this
life has to offer.
something you cannot box, trap nor confine.
the feeling of being divine.
its grounding because it's me.
whenever i’m tired i know just where to seek out this feeling again.
often full of doubt questioning if it even exists outside of me.
that piece of the puzzle is still a mystery.
but i'm laying in the grass and the sun's light is beaming on me.
its warmth, nourishment, and love feels like the best hug.
reminding me;
the truth is out there, somewhere.
