Is it ok
To be stuck
On you
Like a petal
On a flower
Like a leaf
On a tree
Sometimes
I shudder in the
Breeze
Your lips
Weakens my knees
Your hips
Stop gravity
You are the medicine
I need
To be ok
Even when
I cannot stand
For myself
So I look
Into your eyes
And ask you
Is this the end
Or the beginning of it