i.
forehead kisses;
flannel covered embraces.

ii.
funny how a such a simple act
made me so intoxicated, yet it seems natural.

iii.
the nature of these feelings has nothing to do with
butterflies in my stomach, but maybe a whole flock of birds.

iv.
I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, my face is flushed,
going faster than any hummingbirds, whether inside me, or in my head.

v.
so warm, so promising, so deadly--
fleeting moments like this make me wonder
why I bother trying to breathe around you.