Lost in my daydream again
a drowsy equinox.
You and I together
tangled within light,
a slow-motion reel
Our fingers shake
slightly dragging against flesh
Nerves running,
not only from touch but feelings too.
Old sayings about butterflies in my stomach,
like gravity giving way
Floating along between open kisses,
Eyelids shut from blinding light,
We longed for time.