You took from me
last night
all I had been hiding,
tucking and pulling for years
so no one would ever see
the real me…
undone,
uncovered,
unpolished,
unskillful.
You witnessed the raw grace
of every emotion,
submissive and passive
in your presence
as your strong arms
cradled my heart
to this reality:
I rarely allow another
to see
the delicateness of me
in moments when my soul
flies to heaven
for one,
two,
perhaps three seconds…
as…
I…
come…
undone.
“At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”- Plato