Four Seasons Growing Inside Me

The recipe

My chest caves as I

attempt to recover from this

emotion that

has heightened

since our last acquaintance.

I am unfamiliar

with the feeling of

being loved,

never

has it been

so raw.

There are no spices

and other

ingredients

thrown into this mix.

It is not

stirred

with lies and overreaction,

nor is it sprinkled

with spit thrown

at each other in exchange

of an unnecessary

argument.

This time, it is pure.

As I turn my body

towards you,

I can already feel

the heat

radiating from

your back

and the

warmth is comforting.

I rest my

head beside yours

and smile

behind the curtain of hair

that

hangs in front of

me.

You never see it,

because

the magic of it cannot

be seen or

heard.

Just know

that you have grabbed

my inner being

with your naked hands

and

pulled it out

from beneath the depths of

my prison

of ribs,

and I

can finally breathe again.