Hot Pink Rapture

No one has ever tried to get me quite the way you do.
It's the hot pink daisies in fall,
And the way you perfectly time your effortless humour,
That matched spark that sets in as we talk about our goals,
The lingering stares in silence that invite a way into your heart.
This is what only you do.
And I get lost in its euphoric rapture.

No one has ever tried to make me feel safe quite the way you do.
Its the lying in each other's arms quietly to the polyrhythm of our breathing,
And the intimate conversations that are never framed by judgement,
That inclination you have to protect every realm of my being,
The smile of your eyes when you look at me from a distance.
This is what only you do.
And I get lost in its euphoric rapture.

No one has ever tried to nurture me quite the way you do.
Its every word of encouragement that inspires newly formed curves in my ambitions,
And the way your sensitivity acts as a gateway for mine,
That confidence you have in my future when I can't see that far down the tunnel,
The generosity of your spirit that reminds me of what it means to be inherently good.
This is what only you do.
And I get lost in its euphoric rapture.

No one has ever appreciated me quite the way you do.
Its the way you see every part of me as an equal and compliment to your whole,
And the attentive nature of your caress and passion,
That slow gaze that runs across my body followed by a soft growl,
The regular affirmation of our connection as something worth fighting for.
This is what only you do.
And I get lost in its euphoric rapture.

No one has ever loved me quite the way you do.
Its the way your eyes grow warm and concerned as my tears fall,
And how you whisper that I'm a good woman who deserves to be respected,
That genuine intention behind understanding and exploring my every component,
The patience with which you approach every surface of our relationship.
This is what only you do.
And I get lost in its euphoric rapture.

I get lost,
Never whimsically,
Always emphatically,
In every hue of its hot pink rapture.

Questions & Answers

What do you do when you feel so hard?
When you think so hard?

...let it sink in so hard.

What do you do when you share so much?
When you cant hide that much?

...let your naked truth bare so much.

What do you do when the pain is buried so deep?
When the conversation can't help but be that deep?

...let the wounds crack so deep.

What do you do when you can't always make sense of it?
When there's not enough soul searching to find the sense in it?

...let the silent moments reveal the sense of it.

What do you do when sorry isn't enough?
When the emptiness radiating from head and heart is all but enough?

...let the heaving sound out enough.

What do you do when the words exchanged aren't received anymore?
When the energy you expend isn't worth being received anymore?

...let that be the reality you receive evermore.

What do you do when the space between you deepens for a time?
When what tethered you to each other vacated and deepened for a time?

...let the solitude deepen for that time.

What do you do when you feel like you aren't understood after all?
When everything you've given isn't taken in after all?

...let the questions and answers speak after all.

Let it sink in so hard.
Let the solitude deepen for that time.
Let your naked truth bare so much.
Let the heaving sound out enough.
Let the wounds crack so deep.
Let the silent moments reveal the sense of it.

Let that be the reality you receive evermore.

Let the questions and answers speak after all.