That's How I Know

I wish I could remain solid, completely elegant, graceful in his presence. But the fact is that he's given me the space to fall all over, into bits and pieces if I need to, to pour myself all out on the tables and floors and counters if I must. My love is wild and has no regard for who or what is standing right behind or in front of it. As I love him more, I love myself. I love myself and then that feeling grows exponentially, and my arms open wider.