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.