How do I tell him that…
His syllables sink into my pores
And push my p-u_l-s_e- until I can’t
That it gets faster and faster
Until the friction of his gravelly
Voice against my
Sends shockwaves into my
That those tiny
ignite my thoughts
Until all that is left are my wordsMelted
Like liquid gold,
Sliding down my s p i n e
Into the pit of my stomach.
How do I tell him that
I am quite certain that,
That’s where butterflies come from,
From the shivering knots in my belly…
Bursting forth to meet his words
With nervous giggles.
How do I tell him?