born again

he makes me believe again
in lightness of being
in happiness
my lips don’t want to miss
a single part of his body
my mind wants to undress his completely
my heart no longer so reluctant
to give itself away
no, not to him
he makes me believe again
my eyes want to memorize
the blue of his eyes
my legs wrap around his like vines
keeping him near
keeping him close
breathing in his scent as if it were oxygen
I no longer know who I am
for who was I before him?
I don’t care to know
I don’t need to know
I’m free of the past
and he’s the new beginning
I’ve been asking for.

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