There are bees in my head
And clouds in my throat
I can’t think
and I can’t speak
But my blood is filled with honey
And my eyes are wide like grapes
My hands shake like dragonflies
And my heart races like a rabbit
Thumping thumping
Running from you, to you
You
Only you
Could make me feel this way
Like my feet are backwards
And my arms are ripping at their seams
Like my cheekbones are flying
Like my collarbone is crying
Like everything is wrong
And yet so, so right