"Blushed and Awaiting" a poem by Jess Coffman

The fall breeze of possibility and "like" 
at least,
Brush the hot blushed cheeks of my 
smiling face,
And I'm elated.
Unprecedented spastic kinetic energy 
swirls about my breast and
I'm hopeful. 
Unknowing and unloving,
I take chances that I've never taken 
before.
Possibly strong and wrong, 
Until I receive the sweets and 
confirmation of my apologetic and 
gloriously outright communication. 
I hold my upright stance of Wonder,
Affection and Openness. 
Unable to detect if the boldness is
unwanted,
I accept the fear and live regardless.
What is destined will be. 

My heart is in bliss, with wings afloat
on hidden desire and shamelessly
in love with Presence. 
Will I be ashamed ultimately?
There is none to know.
My fingers in a flutter,
I'm disappointed at neglecting my afar guitar. 
But the possible missteps prove
Worthy.
In unabashed anticipation of a 
rising sun and a golden harvest of love,
I giggle and await. 

JESS COFFMAN 

Hello Sweet Friends,

I post this poem today with a full heart. It is so rare that I am moved enough to write a happy love poem/lyrics. A scorned heart is so much easier to write from usually because, I'm generally a happy and positive person. So, it's the moments when I'm devastated or pissed off that stand out, and usually draw words out of me. 

This poem is about the fruits of possibility and my excitement for the unknown. Often times, unknowing can cause anxiety or fear, and I am by no means beyond that. In fact I've been known to have a panic attack or two, from not feeling like I possess enough control over my own life at times. But I was surprised last night to find myself giddy with this idea that I don't have any control over what hasn't played out yet. It was freeing and made me feel fresh and giggly. And...because most of my work is romantically inspired in some way, it would come as no surprise that this one is too. I had begun to feel nervous about getting to know a new person. Not the bad knots in your stomach nervous, the swirling joy in your chest nervous. This was somewhat new for me, and was thrilled to feel inspired enough to write about it. Now, I'm sure you'll be able to figure out the story based on future poems, but for now, everything is red flagless and hopeful. I want to suspend this moment as long as possible, before any disappointments, awkwardness or ending occurs. Cross your fingers and toes with me :)

With a smile and a cotton candy heart,

Jess