Smitten

I so miss this
feeling of butterflies and nerves,
where the eyelashes
flutter and the heart deserves
to be touched,
and to touch and all that of the such,
and to spoon,
and to swoon,
and to wake up
at noon.
It will all end too quickly; I just know it –
too soon.

Celeste A. Barron

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