Brialee Turner

PART 1: There is a tentative
Sweetness, that is
Blooming within
My heart.

A sense of security
When I am with
Her, a sense that
She would do anything
For me, and I
For her.

A dream that is
Finally my life.
Do I dare to explore?

PART 2: Sweetness,
Gentleness,
Pure and golden
Like honey
Gathered from
The lightest and
Kindest lavender
Flower.

Safety and hope,
A sense of mild
Trepidation,
Wondering about
What will come.

PART 3: Her fingers trace in
Gentle and sweet
Lines across my
Hands,
Wrists,
And neck.

Electricity,
So tender that words
Cannot articulate.

I miss her soft
And eager touch,
Hands exploring
My body,
Feeling so free
And so loved.