Fundamentals of Loving

My mind whispers
to say the things my heart can’t speak.
My eyes are trying to tell
the things my mind doesn’t know.

Eye contact,
stomach fluttering;
falling.
Drunk and high
and terrified
of all the feelings.

Afraid of heart ache.
Afraid of love.
Not afraid of your smile.

I raise my hand to you,
bring it to caress your cheek.
My eyes are locked on yours,
my mind is whispering.

My mouth opens to speak.

(C)Marie Meyers, 2013

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