Tonight. I pause.
I’m still- which is still
Mastery of motion
But I’ll keep quiet.
I don’t want to bump my mind-
Startle it off its smile-
You.
Cliché and pathetic-
My soul giggles & panics like high school.
Don’t mistake this
For a sweet love sigh.
I haven’t fallen yet-
There’s more backbone to me
That that-
I’m not all flesh and guts-
True love will have to be
Like a disease
And enter me.