Sometimes In Love.

I find myself comfortably uncomfortable,

sometimes in love.

I cry at sunsets, and I scream at the dawn.

I rage at the rain but find comfort within,

sometimes in love.

I find strength and ability I never knew I had.

Confidence and a cup of coffee are my preferred means to an end,

sometimes in love.

Wanting, touching, holding, giving in, sometimes in love.

Hunger and lust conjured and brimming at dusk,

remain in the dawn, fading with this morning’s rain,

sometimes in love.