melon melts on my lips,
previous courage dying as
juice dries on shaking hands.
how do i feel about you?
the same way i feel about waterfalls,
sensory overload that drowns out my thoughts,
an open dispensary of feelings
that flow and mist
a pillar of grace.
the way i feel about you is the summer sky,
deep oranges and blues paint highs and lows that
cut deep into me, run through my veins and flood
my system. your persistence nearly pummels my sense,
your beauty almost undoes me.
the way i am is fluttery dust,
flickers of gold in watery eyes,
glimpses of good behind grey.
the way i am is fickle and far-gone,
and i think i am best when i fly.