Words that speak to knowing who I am,
Words that speak to discovering who you are.
I fall in love when asked what is interesting about me.
I fall in love when you’re beneath me,
Your skin touched by my hands.

I fall in love with tired eyes, worried eyes, anxious eyes.
I fall in love with fierce eyes,
Made intense by the madness that lives within.
I fall in love with the madness—
The storm that dwells, never tamed,
But ridden out with expertise.

I fall in love with wild horses I can never ride,
But who instead show me where to go.
I fall in love with restlessness,
Revealed in the cascading fall of hair.
I fall in love with indecision,
The safety found in uncertainty.

I fall in love with stubborn tears.
I fall in love with irrational fears.
I fall in love with hurricanes, with whirlwinds.
I fall in love standing in the rain.

I fall in love with the sweetness
That comes only with the new moon.
I fall in love with bitterness,
Sprouting through cracks like weeds—
Difficult to remove, yet deeply rooted.

I fall in love with movements,
Dances I can only admire.
I fall in love in the act of being pushed down.
I fall into love,
For there it exists so clearly—on the ground.

I fall in love with the rise and fall of sleeping chests,
With lips parted slightly.
I fall in love with the sounds you don’t know you make.
I fall in love with the way bodies tremble in nightmares,
Woken by a gentle kiss.

I fall in love with the speed of your heart.
I fall in love with small acts of appreciation… ❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer