wanting to heal for someone. wanting to fall in love like washing their hair in the shower. lifting chin up to meet eyes and a kiss against soft lips.
wanting to heal for someone. wanting to grow from the trauma, to be something more than my parents, to not turn into my mom. a soft voice instead, light tiptoeing through our kitchen.
wanting to heal for someone. wanting to write you love poems on a sticky note because my feelings for you are so great that they spill out into words. waking up at a sunrise and fingers intertwine, bodies tangled up in sheets and souls become one when we make holy in our temple.
the urge to love, just as jesus washes the feet of the disciples.