Passion

Passion and love have always been difficult emotions for me to process. As an empath, they can both overwhelm me, confuse me, leave me vulnerable and insecure. But I believe in order to live my best life, I must allow the fullest expression of myself to reach the surface. Balance, boundaries, an early bedtime help me not feel some of the weight. I wrote this a long time ago, but every time I go back to read it, it speaks to me like I penned it yesterday.

Gravity

Turbulent seconds rush faster than my heart can beat
Quicker than I can run to meet love halfway
I try to avoid these floating moments of ecstasy
The mad craving for your skin, your furious breath in my hair
Wanting to travel through nirvana with you
Dripping into each other like sizzling rain

Keeping my back against the wall
makes it easier to sleep alone
tracing memories
where love learned to leave
Creating devotion in letters and
moments of pure intelligence
Because love makes no sense
to the trained eye
It creates chaos that
leaves the bathwater dirty
Fleeting joy running naked
through a den of clouded rooms
panting like dogs before supper

Waiting for our passion to collapse and then near reunion
Probing over and under each other
For handles to hold and attach ourselves everlasting
when my fear wants to take up strings
to lift me away from you

I try to receive the concrete of this need
for your hands and heart unshielded beneath my heat
wherever you end up in my life
letting that be a place I can go to
for reconciliation

photo by Janie Vinson

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