Incubation || Priestess Poetry


Facing my fear of being too much 

I raise my heart up to your touch.

feeling all of the feels and letting them flow,

sharing the ones that I sense you should know.

Reserving those that cannot be translated,

withholding until the thoughts are dilated. 

To you is my depth alarming?

To me your love is forever disarming. 

I feel safe in the space you and I create,

incubating our emotions till we share or they dissipate.