a Poem by Raquel Swann
Jitters,
butterflies flutter about the pit of your stomach.
Sweats,
beads collect at the forehead and the base of your neck.
Stutters,
tripping over your thoughts as they escape your lips.
Fear,
is the reciprocation real? or are you wasting your time?
Angst,
staring into a mirror making sure the night will be perfect.
Speak,
Lovely conversation over dinner and drinks.
Lips,
a perfect first kiss as a magnetic force pulls you in.
Elation,
a smile creeps on your face at work when you think of them.
Thoughts,
a text, or call is all you need and desire.
Soul,
intertwined in something larger than your mortal vessel.
Love,
genderless, faceless, nameless. Just love.
