Loving You

I burrow into your chest like a mole in mud.
Deeper and deeper I go, in hopes of finding your heart, and loving you deep.
Feeling your body wrap around mine, in the warmest, safest cocoon.
And I presently stay there, peacefully stay there.
I find your heart deep within your chest,
wrapped in styrofoam and protective stuff.
I reach inside and am in awe of their similarities.
They're the same.
Protected. Perfect.
We are both cautious and wary of them falling,
but now as we surrender unto each other,
we allow ourselves to fall into that ever-deep, rosy red emotion.

Love.