Here You Are

In sight, in mind.
It’s tough to crush

that little feeling.
The one that mimics

a single butterfly
or moth dancing on

in my stomach.
Your lewd remarks make it twitch
and stir; a kiss or brush of the
thigh would kill it, send it to
tumble into intestinal juices.

***

You living, breathing, loving
hits my mind too hard these days.

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