When we are loved we are afraid and by god my soul has left my body countless times in the presence of a god himself.
Butterflies frantic for air, stammering against my chest desperate to be noticed and yet terrified to be seen.
Eyes catch mine and the rocking waves of a lapping lakeside pool in my belly; bracing my sea legs that I won't capsize at your smile.
A thief in the night,
Drive by shooting stars snatched the only flow designed for survival.
Cheeks flushed red like hives across my hands; please dont see them as I ask for a life raft that is the lighter in your pocket.
I ache for both of your hands, a small form of protection to shield the cross wind.
Little do you know you've resurrected my spirit,
enriched yet trembling with a breath of fresh air.
"please dont see them as I ask for a life raft that is the lighter in your pocket."- love. love. love.