This Morning

Infinate sweetness.
Tenderness.
Close.

My heart in my throat as I type this.
Warm.
Loving.
Beautiful.

I love your hands cradling the bones of my hips.
Kisses so gentle, and tender that my heart and self ache.
You inside me.

This morning.
I am, lacking in words.
And driven to speak.

Such sweetness.
Deep tenderness.
I am awed and touched.

I felt you.
Feel you still.
And my soul sings.

It knows your name,
and trills it today,
Like a bird in a pretty cage
in my chest.

It sings,
so I speak

You are felt.
You are accepted.
You are welcomed
into me.

I feel
loved.

I feel
you.

There
is
joy.