Everyday (Every day)

You tell me you are not afraid.

You tell me what you require of love - speak of

magic/passion/making love

everyday

every day.

And I am

afraid.

Not for what I feel for you.  

I trust my deep desire for you, 

beyond words (I want more of you)

everyday

every day.

I trust my willingness to

open my magical and passionate

self to you (I will open for you)

everyday

every day. 

A ripple moves from belly to throat, beyond and back again.

Will you see me, when I open?
Will you know me, when I open? (I will open for you)

My magic is of the earth: steadfast and mostly silent

unless you listen closely.

My passion clamors with too many words

do you know what I mean?

My everyday is just that: commonplace, ordinary

it's all I have to give.

The ripple/the wave/ the tide

moves me forward into the fear, beyond and back again.

Because maybe, you will.