Cuddle Party with Discomfort

so we unexpectedly meet, me, 
my prickly fears, 
my insatiable insecurities, 
and my wild true desires, all 
on a thinly padded rug of discomfort
in the middle of my living room floor

to start we stay distant 
each claiming our own space, 
and suddenly my desire gets 
cozy with my insecurities
my fears alarmed, stay aloof
trying to put on a cool and calm face

and then I beckon my desire close, 
and we start to snuggle and 
the insecurities join from across the floor
sandwiching fear in between 
its alarm lowered, yet staying present

and before I could predict,
in the entangled cuddles 
fear left, taking with it insecurities, 
both making so much space, 
for desire to expand widely.

PS: the only way to make it through 
the dance of discomfort
is to make it a cuddle party 
with all the dancers on the floor.

-

Thumbnail Photo by Simon Matzinger on Unsplash