while we laid on the cold floor, you cradled

my head against your chest. i heard your pulse

swaying to the tempo of the ballad

playing on the radio. my hands throbbed like

the bumblebee trapped in the room, anxious

from the dissonance of our frequencies.

i watched it race around for attention

and understood: i want to be adored

or despised, never ignored the way you

didn't notice the bug or my buzzing heart.

Brown legs - he has,
Fear it, fear it,
Not me!
He is one who can fly,
Who has wings eyeing the beyond,
Anywhere, a pond,
A forest, a jungle,
It who can be whenever, wherever
Fear it with the eyes,
The eyes with multiple meanings,
Colors we see,
It sees differently,
Be scared, be frightened,
A skeleton of different capacities,
Its shell is its best commodity
Face him!
For he has risen,
Float and forward it goes,
Without grace,
But with confidence,
It rose,
With wings spreading like a butterfly,
Without beauty and passion it was,
Scared,
Me,
You,
Everyone,
It's... the,
Cockroach!

...
The Ladybug
Floats and Flutters
***** and Flees
Leaps and Loops
Sits and Swats
At The Coming Luck To You
...
Stares at You
Eyes are bright
Wings are bent
Legs are shaking
Colors are mingling
Blurry and fading
with red and black imminent
...
You woke to a beep
All is white
"The bomb was powerful"
the doctor exclaims
But you're alive,
all because of
The Luck of the Ladybug
...