I can feel it slowly growing each day.
I don’t know where it feeds it strength.
But today I felt a tiny crack and the slow and unsteady unfurling of its tiny wings.
I feel its hesitant flutter but I feel its growing strength
Today, I counted one but now I realized it’s two, three, oh wait there’s more
Their flapping is making me squeamish and woozy
Today, the day that you came...
Shiny , shimmers
Sending tingles
Down my spine
I smell moonlight on your skin
Twinkle, sparkles
Sending tingles
Down my spine
The hesitation of your hands as you reached for mine
Or the way you seem to shiver at the slightest touch
The unsure ...
But I suddenly realized that I can neither do both.
It wasn’t a question of moving forward or back,
left or right, up or down.
It’s whether to fall or soar.
And that the choice wasn’t really mine after all,
The body has already succumbed to gravity.
The plummet has already begun.
Will I fumble towards ecstasy this time?
Or shall I brace myself for another crash?