gurgly tang

sometimes the gurgling in my stomach

sounds like a plate falling.

it doesn't crash and shatter,

it spirals on the way down,

echoing and whirling

in my ear drums.

with you, it's a whole new feeling.

tingling starts with a simple touch.

with my face cupped in your palm,

I feel myself melt into your skin.

I am whole with you,

and my soul reaches out

wanting to dance with yours.

the gurgling is usually a nervous reaction,

one which comes naturally when I feel cornered.

and now you have cornered me.

unstirred, your eyes lock mine into submission

daring me to take a chance.

hush now, there's no time for peer pressure.

"ignore the judgments and embrace the warmth," she whispers.
it is then that I smile for no apparent reason,
caught up in this moment where I feel wanted.
I have a life to live, but she is asking to be a part of it.
(who am I to deny her?)

there's no looking back now.

///inspired to write this after Tasha left today.

We've been talking more in terms of the future lately...

And it makes me feel a combination of nervousness and excitement.

There is no doubt in my mind: I love her. I'm in love with her.

I feel like she is my "soul mate" if such things truly exist.

I also brought up today that I want to adopt an Asian daughter.

I've hesitated 'til now because I wasn't sure how she would react.

As I've said before, I've wanted this since middle school.

But she doesn't mind the idea.

She's a little closed-minded about my style of name-choosing,

But I'm willing to negotiate and work things out with her.

Maybe. When and if we make it that far.

Which I really hope happens.

Anyway, just felt inspired and gushy.