take that leap.
big, bold, brave.
make a move -
one that ripples, one that lasts.
whatever it is you’re afraid of
loves watching you stand still.
you’re dynamite to me.
you’re what a dreamsicle tastes like on the hottest Texas summer day.
you’re that feeling of sweet, remarkable relief
when the bra is off and my chest can breathe.
you’re making moves - big, bold, brave-
even if those moves live in your head right now.

that’s ok.
I love the way you make plans and dream out loud.
tell me a story -
like a lullaby falling from your mind.
tell me about the time you made a big move -
one that ripples, one that lasts.

when I look at you, I see a clinging vulnerability,
like trying to remove a wet hair from skin.
you are a walking work of art.
your emotions are your highlights.
what you share with us, your shadows.
curve, point, edit however you feel is best.

just remember that when I look at you,
I see Rembrandt. Klimt. O’Keefe. Basquiat. Kahlo.

I look at you and see the best day of my life.
I look at you and feel at home.