I can’t help
I keep wondering what it’s like to
meet him
Straight forward
look into his eyes
greet
and
most possibly not breathe
I imagine meeting will be like
welcoming the spring
feeling warm sundrops on my skin
blossoming for the first time (or for the 27th time)
having no expectations because
trusting spring
is the most important moment of the year
He and the spring will bring
new thoughts into my body
new feelings onto my skin
and
maybe
mayyyybbeeee
even new adventures into my being
