putting down the rope

my heart skips a beat when i see your name appear from the ether. and a ball drops from my lungs to my intestines. is that love? when your body feels things before your brain can comprehend them? or is it something else. something that possesses you and tells you. this is something special. don’t forget. don’t let go. your body is along for the ride. don’t leave it behind when you chase. what you desire. and still be sure to remember. your body soul and mind. are yours. you are the sole owner. don’t let the ball drop influence the way others take you in their hands. and explore you like a sculpture. you are not made of clay. you are made of gold.