Thank you for this amazing, wonderful, articulate and beautiful post.

I waited to read this until I got home from work, and I am glad that I did. Because trying to explain to my co-workers (at a very new job) that I am crying because of the sheer beautiful truth of this post, the power of it and how very hard it hits home would have been very difficult.

I wasn't sure if I would be able to identify with a poem that was about having sex, as I am asexual myself and usually have trouble connecting with sexual topics. But as you pointed out in your poignant and amazing meta, this wasn't about having sex so much as making love, being deeply, intimately involved with another person emotionally and physically. This was about the power of vulnerability, of opening ourselves up to being seen in our entirety by another. That terrifying feeling of putting yourself out there and hoping someone will pick up your call. It is about how powerful and important our connections with others are, because in acceptance and love we find a wholeness that is hard to find elsewhere.

And that was a lot of wordage to say that wow, this resonated, particularly as a disabled person, and thank you for sharing this with us.