It Feels Like Breathing

He brings out of me what I need to be for the moment. He turns me in his hand like a gem, Letting the different facets of me show in the light. I flash this way and that way, Revolving, Seeing things in me that I never knew, All along, Resting in his hand. I am what he needs. Precious. I would have over-looked certain things in myself, Certain strengths, Certain abilities, Character traits that I thought were insignificant. Yet, in his hand, They are all revealed. In yielding to his whim, I see myself more clearly. I could only present myself from certain angles, But he unveiled me. He gave me the confidence, The safety to freely roll about and be myself. I didn't know how to do that before he came. I don't know how to stop it, now. And all of this wonder, ... It feels like breathing.