A Stream of Being Loved - a rambling poem

have you ever heard the words spoken in such a perfectly pristine way
that cause a sun to resonate within your stomach cavity and explode
confetti like joyfulness all over your insides and then it took to emanating
on out of your fingertips, and toe-tips, and you tapped and rat-a-tat-tatted
the beat that drummed about serpentine around your lungs and you had to sing
it aloud for masses to hear it for they needed to know that this incident
was marvelously molding its way into your skeleton and making you invincible
to naysayers, and ne'er do wells who contemplated striking down your pose
but you realize that now you're beautiful and doing well, and you can leap
frog over the curses they spew like drunkards who had one to many at bars
and just because you're feeling so up you might walk them back stumbling
to a taxi cab bar and as it speeds off you are more elated because you know
the stranger is safe even if they stared daggers at you as they disappeared
around the block, but now your mind is back to words spoken so true and direct
and with a hint of fiddle-dee-doo and you know that run on sentences are not typically
smiled upon but then maybe they know the feelings to and what they do
and how mania can run it all together, and altogether they might smile too,
be inspired to explode with confetti as you had, and decide that swimming in stars
is possible if you just plug your nose and dive in headfirst, because that's what you've
been doing and for the first time in your life, you don't feel your drowning
and its not just because of the words you've said and that they have returned
to you but because you can see yourself starry eyed as they do and you notice
your worth more than the gutter you were laying down in and because beauty
saw beauty in you you feel fine with justifying skip-stepping down sidewalks
on rainy days, and laying and sun bathing in the rain, and not noticing constantly
the wretchedness of mankind, but you don't forget its there, because you and her
are talking about it on daily advisement, and after newsfeeds and broadcast
have passed, this itty bitty haven in the chaos is warming, and there's no where
to freeze because you each carry suns, yes, you each carry suns shining
forth from within you, and you never will care how crazy that sounds.