The grass tickles my legs as we lay in the grass and look at the sky
I'm not sure which are stars and which are fireflies
I feel butterflies when you hold my hand.
We talk about the finer points of DC comics and Batman.
You turn and get up on your elbow
I can see a glint in your eyes as you stare into mine
You brush my hair behind my ears and lean in
I can feel the warmth of your skin as it brushes against mine.
You kiss me softly and then again this time harder
I can feel your hand in my hair and I feel you smile
And just for that moment I forgot about the butterflies.