loose change?

I yearn for words spoken lightly,

Heavy with meaning,

Held by hands of change.

I dream of heavy words,

Carried lightly,

on the back of trust and love;

Not misplaced like loose change.

I want to carry my coins in open palms;

Handing out quarters of "Thank you",

and dimes of "I love you".

I want homes without holes,

Bullets, or needles,

and veins untouched by temptation.

I want to be an open book,

with pages worn by years of overuse;

But a spine sewn together so strong,

Falling apart was never an option.

I want happiness to be an expectation, not a rare occasion.

I want love to be written on my pages, but I don't want it to be a word,

Words are temporary; paper thin.

I want it to be a feeling.

I want the word love to be felt on my skin like braille,

Carved deep into who I am.