i will not tell you
now how
your eyes
often make my heart flutter. that, as if
under some sort of a spell—and they’re impossible to
resist when they are in front of me—my
entire body, beginning with the area of my heart until i am engulfed, invigorated
yet weakened to a point where my body is, in
essence, nothing but sheer potential, vibrant,
so ready for flight that for the rest of the day and into my dreams, i am soaring.
