there’s something about that girl with her knees drawn to her chest
fully engulfed in another world
I’m burning hot, a beat of courage lighting in my chest
leaps and turns overtake me as I dance for the book worm girl
I move like a flame trapped on the wick of a candle my mother lit late at night
Waltzing
tracing
suddenly I’m nearly in her lap
our eyes lock, her lips merely inches from mine
I inhale her exhales, sharing every part of us
unpure thoughts burn me like fire
“never stop moving.”
her words like a novel
they grace me taking in every possible meaning
then shes went
leaving me wanting a sequel