holding my hand

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