this is not a love story

19

I see you and butterflies.

Their wings tickle my thighs, flutter deep into my abdomen and land on the vine of nerves coiled along my spine.

I constantly crave the disturbance of my internal kaleidoscope. And as your hands grip

my waist, 

my neck, 

my face, 

my legs, 

my hair, 

I let a rainbow escape with the doors of my mouth ajar.

- you're my new beginning