Thanks

I was sitting in a crowded
Empty
Room, I was starring at my goal
Of perfect error.
At this moment or that moment
I suppose
I was overwhelmed by the satisfyingly
Comfortable
Feeling of Love. It was all tangled up,
Twisted and
Clear.
Like a rope or strong chord,
Mangled and oh so very beautiful.
The idea was dreamy as in
Unimaginable,
Or indescribable, a confusion of reality
And day sleeping and nite-dreaming.
This tortured mess of
Confused security,
Wrapped around me,
Starting with my big toe,
And ending,
With the split knotted blonde hair
And straightened smile
My heart exhumed a twinkling beat
My cheeks flushed a rosy tinge...
To this day I know not from where
This gift came,
Such an affectionate gesture, a
Hug.