I’d won the world but like a forsaken explorer, I’d lost my map. - Anne Sexton

To love another is something
like prayer and it can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Everyone in me is a bird.
I am beating my wings.
They wanted to cut you out
but they will not.
They said you were immeasurably empty
bu you are not.
They said you were sick unto dying
but they were wrong.
You are winging like a school girl.
You are not torn.

I feel myself beginning to love you instead of just need you. I don’t think I have ever loved anyone in my life, not really – just needed them, wanted them to love me to possess me – to become such a part of someone I could lose my frightened self…