when love comes for you it will feel like falling into a quiet, easy sleep
and you won’t lie in bed worrying
with cold sweaty feet. impotent, and dumb.
and you won’t wait for texts that never come.
when love arrives, it will knock on your door, just once
and you’ll hear it, as it stands quietly on your sun dappled garden path
and you’ll let it in with a welcoming smile (and you’ll hear the tree’s sighing)
and it will be only a little bit terrifying.
when it comes for you, you’ll know
with the same relief that you feel as you sink into a warm bath
after nights spent in tepid water, longing for more
and others in pools that scalded your skin, short-lived and sore
and you’ll know it is what your bones waited for
what the breath in your lungs held itself for
what the moon in the sky kept its long vigil for
and every heart beat and every cold war
every pang of aloneness you tried to ignore
were just pieces of rock in the sole of your shoe
as you walked towards him, and he walked towards you.
nothing less, nothing more.