a worthy pursuit

refusing to resist desire,
i take brave steps toward love,
my own and theirs,
i stay open.

like a warm bath before it cools,
vivid colours at dusk,
or a sip of water after intense thirst,
you cannot tell me that love isn’t a worthy pursuit.

disentangled from ownership and balanced in reciprocity, i move towards an expansive love, an active flirtation between what is and what could be.

romance has been a better way to dream,
a divine way to feel hope,
sitting with the feeling - i wonder,
is this what life should feel like?

the comfort of meeting myself in another,
i notice that i’ve met a piece of myself in everyone,
every connection expanding what I know to be possible,
for myself and for my future.

i’ve been seen, felt, honoured, cherished, cared for, caressed, loved, fetished, and absolutely validated - from head to toe.

you cannot tell me it’s not possible, as i’ve seen it.
in him and in her,
I know that if not one- then many can.

so why deny myself the joy and pleasure?