I will know what it means

This morning I woke up,
feeling,
I can feel the cold crisp morning air,
I can feel the warmth under my blanket.
I can feel my soft hands on my stomach.
I can feel.

I can see that
everything is blurry,
without my glasses.

I can smell my sweet night fragrance,
I sprayed on after my nigh time shower,
I can smell morning.

This morning I woke up feeling.

I can remember what
it felt like love,
I can remember what it feels like to
not know love.
I can remember what its like
to know love has been gone from me
for so long that I forgot how to love.

One day my spirit will
open up when the right person comes.
The person will have the key,
and they will insert it into the
latch and my spirit, will
be free.

It will be like a hawk
searching for its prey,
that cannot escape.
But my prey will want to be
captured.
It will suspend itself in my embrace
and I will lay my head down,
on the soft forest ground that is wet and inviting.
My wings will loose flight.
I will have no reason to search,
as it will come to me.
I will know what it means to love again.

It just will not be like anything
I have ever experienced before.