How?

My body
doesn't seem to want to
cooperate with me.
Every word you type
sends my hands
to my mouth, curled and spazzing
with little kid joy.
Or spread out,
stretching the muscles,
trying to release the insanity.

Heaven help me
if I happen to be
sitting.
Because my legs,
too, choose not to listen.
backing up
to meet my face,
which is
stretched into an
aching smile

My whole body
shakes with
crazy, giddy
glee.
I feel
like a toddler
on Christmas Day.

How do you do that?
make me feel the way
I haven't for years.
It's as if
you've peeled back all
of the layers of me
just to put your
little comments in
and make me feel
so completely
electrifying
from the inside out.
radiating
bliss.