By: Jolie V. Gutierrez
I can’t help it.
I can’t control it, even if
I try.
Everything moves
in slow motion.
Everything behind you is a blur.
It’s you, me,
a bench and a smile.
I run my finger on your souls’ silhouette
while you undress my layers.
I am soft and big eyed.
You close your eyes, and I adjust,
while you take your time to let me in.
You open them again and I am slightly different.
I am a little more.
And you are everything.
Catastrophic like everything else. The middle
of a tornado.
Let us go, leave Kansas.
