flung out of space

she feels like vines climbing up a fence to spread big green leaves and tiny yellow flowers she feels like a new pair of socks and fresh sheets from the dryer she feels like Saturday mornings with no alarm set

she feels like sweet black coffee and cinnamon buns on a sunny morning she feels like shells on a beach and smooth seaglass that the tide has brought in she feels like gentle kisses on soft scarred skin arms and never letting go

she feels like the first star in the sky at night and the first glimpse of sun on the horizon she feels like sunrays creeping through my window and falling on cold morning skin she feels like tea stains in cups and empty toothpaste tubes

she feels like dust sparkling in a beam of sunlight and rainbows refracting on my carpet she feels like sunflowers growing from the soil up to the sky and turning to face the sun she feels like naked legs tangled up in bedsheets

she feels like fresh washed hair and the smell of fresh cut grass she feels like the shift of sunlight breaking between bright green leaves she feels like uncontrollable laughter until your stomach hurts

she feels like the rest of my life all in one breath she makes loving her feel as natural as breathing she makes me want to love myself, too

I need to know my place in the universe, its insignificance and its value, to know myself.