& now I’m lost at sea, drowning in what I won’t be

I am being extraordinarily careful to neither crush the baby blossom, nor have great expectations for it.
My love for the tiny blossom causes my great care around it and my shy distance.
My fear is great even as I feel safe and warm, tucked against my anchor.
I am at great ease and satiated my smile may be, but still, I am wary of getting too close for fear of losing.
I cherish each spark between skin molecules as they touch, and each exhale of warm breath on my hair.
I do not chase any shadows anymore, but the solidity of you is greatly appreciated and welcomed on cold, lonely nights.
I thank you warmly for causing my laughter and giving me that something to hold on to, for now.
<3. Amanda