The Center of Feeling

A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Photo by Kate Stone Matheson on Unsplash

The Center of Feeling

Head upon the pillow, I dream of a love.

Name it gentle, name it ravishing, name it mine -

a technicolor dream in the center of feeling,

the strumming of heartstrings with my heat.

May I touch you here, and there?

I don’t believe in mincing words.

Help my fingers find the chords

that will fill me with your love song.

Undresser of secrets, unveiler of desires -

I speak plainly, too plainly.

Let me shout it from the podium

as I tear at the last barricade of my heart.

Be the one who loves me.

I’ll be the one who loves you.

So what if your feet stay on the ground?

Your heart can still soar.

© Julia R. DeStefano