When i'm thinking of you, chills trace my spine. <br />Butterflies dance in my stomach, <br />Swinging on a vine. <br />Driving fast to get to nowhere I watch you flutter by, <br />Collecting idiosyntric beats to move with you in time. <br />You rock to the rhythm; words seeping from your chest. <br />Your wings stretch around me and your color wraps the rest. <br />And soon I hope my fluttering will beat in time with you. <br />Show me how you learned to fly, and teach me to fly too<br /><br />Mae Bonnin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-butterflies/
