Reaching

The pull on the bottom of my stomach

the yearning I feel at my lips.

I want all this life has to offer.

Blissful, whole, and joyous,

I leap into the air,

I crawl in the shadows,

I saunter with the moonlight.

And in the same instance

in this small blip of time,

I find myself in your arms.

Between being found

and being hopelessly decided.

Somehow everything I fight for

and everything I feel peace in

collide.