She touched him
She hadn’t noticed.
A light tap to the arm;
Like butterflies flying to his veins
Each painting his loins,
Passing strokes to his heartstrings;
Pulling sweet melodies,
Causing an echoing shakes to his heart;
A beating as each butterfly made it’s way through.
Like an electrifying warmth to the soul
Or a jar stolen cookie
To the smile of a toddler.
So innocent ,
A ripped page from a forgotten memior.
Light from Lita
See you soon