I'm here to rediscover raw need:
That care-free, 'does she like me?'
Laying in the grass sprawled out
Upon autumn leaves feeling.
That turning over to face your lover
and crunching an awkward
silence away 'til the next kiss.
That open your lips to get ready for this
and breathing in a humid warmth
while the dew settles in the dips of your fingers.
That beautiful, natural fear of betrayal.
I'm here to rediscover;
I'm here.
