There Again Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

My love is not a mountain.
It is not hard to get to its peak. You get the right ropes,
—obviously strong —
and you get there.
My love is not fire.
You don't need any wood or lighter.
You need laughter,
pieces of care,
and light it up with tenderness.

I am in love yet again.
I am in love once more.
I see his smile in my face.
I see his picture in my sleep.
I see him day and night.
Yes, I see him for a short while,
a long while.
I see him for a while.

I smell him.
I smell his scent in the air.
Oh my god!
I see him in every man.
I see him.
He in me and me in him.
I see. Him.

He whispers in my ears.
His voice is soft
and he's skin is untangled.
He's beautiful.
I'm in love.
I'm in love yet again.
I'm in love once more.

I sense his presence in the middle of the night.
I sense his presence a mile away.
He's here in this heart I own. Would he rather own it and I own nothing.
Would he rather take good care of me or me take care of him? How should it go?
Explain.
How should I love him, this time?

I shut my eyes
and in front of me he stands.
My name he calls and my skin he kisses.
I shiver.
I shiver only in-depth not in width.
I shiver.
I shiver not to scare him
but for him to feel so much pity for me
and hold me.
Forever.
In his loving arms.