I love you, fiercely–

in the way that

is protective

of your fragile

heart and wanting you

to see in you what I do.

 

I love you as you are,

and want to nurture

your journey,

want to allow you to

see me so that you

might take what you need

 

and give so

sweetly back

all that you have

been yearning to give

to someone who

will love you

as I do.

 

But my love is not enough.

 

It is not enough to

release you

from your fears,

to pay off the

debts of your past,

piece by bitter piece.

 

It is not enough

that we are brought together,

time and again,

that three words

linger between us:

I miss you–when we don’t ever need to.

 

It is not enough

that without even

a sigh of movement

you can imagine

the curls falling off my

shoulders,

see my chin tilt towards yours

and hear

in the back of your neck

the breath that falls

from my body

when I get this close to only you.

 

My fingers have

traced along

your back so

often that

you could recall the lines

with your mind

and remember me there,

like you remember

that look in my eyes:

the joy of loving you.

 

When will you

look back with trust,

allow your heart to be

unnerved by this

unplanned,

immediate,

love?

 

When will you see

yourself

reflected in me–

instead of fighting

what you find

laugh in exquisite

surrender

to the mirrors we are,

 

to the lessons

we are sharing

and the potency of

our honesty?

Every repeat of us

a chance to steep

more richly in

trust–

redefine your

experience with love.

 

We are each others

lessons

as much as each others

lovers.

Dance with me

through our regressions

and growth.

You need not wonder

at this love,

just choose it.

 

Trust in my choosing you.

 

Let me love you darling,

and see that you are enough.

 

 

Relephant:

Dear Almost Good Enough Lover.

 

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Author: Tiffany Anderson

Assistant Editor: Tammy Novak  /  Editor: Renée Picard

Image Credit:  Sandra Druschke, via Flickr.com

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