The joy hits me like a torrent,
Rushes past me and through me
Like I'm made of nothing but water and dust
Not skin and sinew and stubborn bone.
I shed my workday skin, all scaley and gray,
And shine, like rose gold in the sun
New and light and warm.
You smile, I am reborn.
Troubles forgotten, loads lightened
My day is washed away
While my night with you is at its
Glorious beginning.
There is not greater joy
Than giddy expectation.
No greater miracle to witness
Than the first tender blades of love
Peeking through the barren fields of the heart.
Past and future have no place here.
This moment, the electricity of your touch,
The wild and wicked mischief in your eyes,
The rush of your skin brushing mine:
There is no space for anything here
But joy.
