First Love

The world is spinning with the force of the universe as my heart lay open to its gravity and commotion of it. I'm racing to the winds of butterflies swirling in the cavity of my "self". Tis' not the sun but some inextricable divine torment of abundant light and heat that grace my flourishing sight and liberating breath. While you lay next to me to gift the connection to all that is well and good in me. to cherish all that I behold begets the glorious gratitude be the guide of hearts to have and hold