Contagion

the sweet blossoming of warmth, starting
somewhere between my lungs before becoming
one with the cells that spread outward, until
all of my blood is singing
with a golden glow, the stiffness of being alone
washed away in the flow, it's filling my chest
so that when I breathe out I can imagine
the coil of it unfolding in the air, tendrils of it
caught in the wind and carried away so that
someone else can breathe it in
and say, "beautiful, yes,
thank you, I'm better than okay."






I've discovered that it's completely true- happiness is contagious.
I love it when people make me happy, and I love making people happy, and I love seeing happy people. It's just one of those gorgeous things.