All things being equal
And we know they’re not
I would bathe you in my words
Until the cleansing burned,
Pricked your skin
And you felt that same way,
That same thing
That feeling
That I felt when my eyes first drank you in
when I first heard you say my name.
when a hug seemed like an eternity.
when you knew this feeling, too…
how your laughter is a well that I fall into
tossing, flipping, head over heels
in an endless freefall, never touching ground.
when you know how this love feels inside of me…
growing, for you.
according to s.e. senter 
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