If you’ve never
flirted with you,
how would you know
what a gift it is
to be the one
on the other side
of your attention?
If you’ve never
let your hand
be carried
by the waves of breath
that cause your chest
to gently rise and fall
how would you know
how lovely it is
to be the one
to hold you?
If you’ve never pressed
your palm to your heart
and felt the energy
that emanates
and animates
your every move
how would you know
the power
in being the one
invited into your presence?
If you’ve never noticed
the softness of your belly
the way it dips and flows
into your hips and thighs
how would you know
how sacred it is
to be the one
with permission
to touch you?
If you’ve never
spent the morning
in bed with you
eyes half-closed
and soft
stretching
and relaxing
in and out
of consciousness
letting the afternoon bleed
into your cocoon—
how would you know
what it’s like
to be the one
embraced
in the weightlessness
of your light?
How would you know?
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