I want to be loved,
whole, unafraid.

I want to be saturated
with warmth.

A genuine love.

A soft love.

I want to be held,
safe and serene in arms
that keep me centered,
holding me to the earths
mantel like an anchor
as we sway to soft
angels music.

I want to be loved,
and give love freely,
unabashedly, unafraid.

But to want this and have this
are two very different things
and I'm not brave
I must admit.

But if I could wander into
a happenstance miracle
than the potential for love
would be boundless.

I want to be loved,
but I am a Cowardly Lion,
wishing for courage
to begin.

k.h