it crawls inside my nerves.
my skin flushes,
and my lungs deflate.
there is a science to the way you lure me in,
there is a chemical reaction to your closeness.
you are grass that grazes my ankles,
the pollen that shakes my nose when the wind picks up.
you make me itch.
you are a season i can not beat.
it is a forever ripple of springtide,
making me wish i could melt into you
as August rears its head.
