In his presence She becomes a child. Curious. Excited. Trembling. But…yes, unsure… Toddling shyly along the wall.
She is not used to feeling like this. He says wonderful things And her insides become Twizzlers. (Strawberry, of course)
It must be his inviting arms And his goofy grin And his compassion for the earth. And it must be his words And his honesty And his attempts at speaking French That make her laugh And make her feel so alive.
It is so easy. He is so close and her pulse goes double dutch.
She doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know what to say. But for once, she doesn’t mind… She is still here.
In his presence
ReplyDeleteShe becomes a child.
Curious.
Excited.
Trembling.
But…yes, unsure…
Toddling shyly along the wall.
She is not used to feeling like this.
He says wonderful things
And her insides become Twizzlers.
(Strawberry, of course)
It must be his inviting arms
And his goofy grin
And his compassion for the earth.
And it must be his words
And his honesty
And his attempts at speaking French
That make her laugh
And make her feel so alive.
It is so easy.
He is so close and her pulse goes double dutch.
She doesn’t know what to do.
She doesn’t know what to say.
But for once, she doesn’t mind…
She is still here.