Secretly

I love it

when you tell me

what to

do.

Me, a grown woman

with a house,

and a bond,

and a dog,

and a serious job.

Why is this?

And how can it 

be so?

It’s all 

in the telling,

or rather,

the place 

that the telling

is from.

It’s a place

of deep affection,

of love,

of I-see-what-you’re-doing-there,

and I’m-here-to-help-you-

to-take-care-of-you.

And this simple

act,

Dear One,

breaks my brain,

and cooks

my noodle.

For it breaks open

the geode

that’s been sleeping

inside me,

since before

I was born.

There can be

only one.

No.

There can be 

two,

and they can

cling together,

and be a 

force of

nature,

and withstand

and even flourish in,

any storm.

For this

is the place

of deep

connection,

of oneness

despite

separation.

This is the 

place, to 

break open

the Dragon’s 

egg,

and truly

live.

And for this

and all the 

wonder,

you continue

to bring,

I thank

you.

~Lu