a new word that's old
I never understood
in a moment's stillness I find purpose
a drive stifled from pushing
a need for something
maybe me
a self forms from drawing lines
adding colour
where before then only shades
don't you see
on meeting you I had only just begun
to find desire for me
for shape, form, lines, colours
for movement
and for my own words
I have been a body lost in motion
until finding my own limbs
I could not hold you until now
you are my first in full colour
is this what kissing is?
what was I doing before?
I am not afraid of you
do you know how much that means?
not just less bad, you are good for me
I want to live
I want to see you smile
and learn the stories of your tears
I want for me
and for you
and this is new