I have a million sentences 

Brewing

Swirling in my minds teapot

Spinning in circles, 

Steeping

Waiting to be poured

Out

Into your cup, 

In your direction.

It is fear that holds it all in

The cork in the end of a tea pot

Refusing to allow my thoughts to rise to the surface

Spill softly into your awating

arms

tea cup 

Lap

I am terrified at the thought of sharing these swirling words

Sentences

Ideas

Hopes

Thoughts

with you.

What if you don't connect

What if you don't understand

What if you do

 

To all of the above

What if I wake in the morning next to

You.

Again. 

Again

And again

Knowing that I have 

stopped

fleeing the scene

Stopped 

running, for control

What if I find that you compliment me in more ways than just the curvature of your body has lead on to.

What if this is more that I expected it to be. 

I expected nothing. 

O, you are something, something indeed. 

I can feel it

Feel you

In my gut

Heart

Subconscious 

Minds eye

I can feel the tiny bubbles forming

A rolling boil in the future

Molecules rushing

The water is turning

Steam forming

Thoughts, soon to presurize my 

Mind.

Mouth.

Heart.