head over heels
He has a smile that would have me happily ruin my life
and his presence is a subliminal assurance to my nervous system—
he would do no such thing
My devotion has never been safer to fall
head over heels
for any and every man.
For the pure pleasure
of making those turns
in love's embrace.
I can fall for every worthy man
asking nothing of any of them
but the privilege of loving them
here and now.
He only belongs in my life if it feels like a privilege to love him.
All I do with any and every man in my life
is delight in the privilege of loving him.
It's a high standard of discernment
leaving me with only the most exquisite men.
It's absolute freedom
as more and more
I'm finding men who can bear to receive
the enormity of my love
without forming or projecting expectations of
a predetermined romantic, sexual, or partnership trajectory.
Men who are capable and agile in
true intimacy,
loving one another in the here and now
exactly as it is.
Loving the trajectory as it reveals itself, loving how it goes about the revelation.
How could I fail to find the one who can't get enough,
the one whom I consistently crave?
How could I be deprived in the meantime?
