at once you are holding my hand
you push me off the swing
and I am not sure if my
knees will work and if I can
land on my feet. At once your
bones are tickled by the feather
of intrigue, of how you make
me feel this way.
of the guppies in our stomachs
of a million moments of that
one split second that resounds
in your head all day long.
It is that split second, it is
that feeling again and again.
that is why you have immobile
lungs, and why you take your time.
When we made eye contact
those moments
when you move quickly
and your heart jumps
into your throat