I’m already yours

By Nick Bottesini
It’s weird. ¬†The first time you kissed me my heart skipped a beat
literally, not poetically
it’s like you woke me from feeling numb
But I’ve been so dumb and down and dim
with whims and little control to be found
I’ve said “I love you” a fair few times
I’ve failed to feel it through and through
This feeling.
This feeling is not the butterflies you feel.
This feeling is not reeling out of control, floating
I am for once the anchor and you are my kite
and for once I don’t feel falling
For once I feel flight
or perhaps more accurately, just a slight upward tug
I feel like a rock
but no longer frozen
no longer lacking spirit
This is not a poem.
This is an epiphany.
Instead of playing the eagle
I find more joy in looking up at you as you fly so carefully balanced on air
You’re the bird and I’m the bug or the beagle
and I’ll forever chase and be chased by you
I’ll erase all but you in my heart
so you can stay there with our Lord
and feel my pumping embrace for you both to live
cease your running chase
I’m already yours.

 Photo by Alexandria Somirs