Being with you

I am accustomed to your passion

And still surprised to feel it.

 

I am used to your ecstatic cries

And thrilled to hear them.

 

I hope for love

And am yet so grateful when you give it.

 

And every time we kiss,

I feel suspended over the moment as if hanging from a bridge.

 

I am fearful and bold

Holding back and moving forward.

 

I am playful and half afraid

Like a kid that races trains across the trestle.

 

I feel the heart within me beating

Now steady, now jumping up my throat.

 

I am certain and uncertain

I am walking on crumbling stones beside a drop.

 

I see your face and cannot resist.

I stick out my foot and take the step.