butterflies in my chest
would be the cruelest understatement.
a better way to describe
the way you make me feel;
singing galaxies,
all the purple and green
staining my rib cage.
quaking knees
in fields of poppies.
waltzing in the middle of the night,
downpour embracing my body.
touching my lips
over and over
imagining what yours would taste like
pressed against mine.
i am dizzy
from the thought of you.
YOU ARE READING
Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
