A bit of beauty

I want to give you a bit of beauty.
I can't yet give you words.
So I'd like for you to hold out your hands, and close your eyes.
I'd like you to take this from me.  It will not make me have less.
I want you to share with me this in between,
caught in the middle of the end of summer and the start of fall.
I want you to feel how heavy it is.  How tangible.

Feel how full I am? I want you to feel full, too.

This spring startled me into my existence.
My truth came for me in an unexpected hour.
I don't know how to say goodbye to you, summer.
I am greedy.  I can't get enough to store up, to savor.

Do you feel this? Love? 

I am so full of it it hurts.  I am so filled I want to cry.
It is the most beautiful kind of pain.
I want to give you a bit of beauty.
Starstuff, heartache, melancholia, nostalgia, gratitude, love.
Magnified, imortalized.
Take this bit of beauty.
I'll have words another day.