Falling in love

I dropped my coins in the wishing well
and dusted my pillow with charms and roses
and still, it is a surprise, a wave of giddy
nerves, trembling knees, that urges me to dance.
Blood rises in the circuitous cells
that comprise my bones, my muscles, my will.
It flings me up and up,
a giant wave cresting to reach the moon.
It is like tearing open a package dressed in brown paper
to a gold bracelet shimmering with jewels, the
one I had admired in the jeweler’s window
the one I thought I could not afford.