09-23-2021, 02:36 PM
HE PUT A BUG ON MY HAND!
AND I LET IT HAPPEN!
To you,
that might sound strange
but to the one
who sat beneath sun and moon,
singing the tune
that was our terrace,
to him
that caused the impossible to happen,
he will understand.
A drunken night,
a fated fight,
but what I will remember most
is the bug
that he placed in his hand
and it had crawled across him
and I,
in a state of euphoria,
tried to gather it from him
to feel what it felt like
to be closer
and this was no small feat
for I am the one
who will holler and run
from something as small as an ant.
A wonderous moment,
a love like in dreams
had overtaken
the fabric of me
and made me something new
something that grew and grew
and is still growing
and for all I care
he could have set a spider in my hair
and I'd have trusted his judgment.
Isn't that something?
He put a bug on my hand.
AND I LET IT HAPPEN!
To you,
that might sound strange
but to the one
who sat beneath sun and moon,
singing the tune
that was our terrace,
to him
that caused the impossible to happen,
he will understand.
A drunken night,
a fated fight,
but what I will remember most
is the bug
that he placed in his hand
and it had crawled across him
and I,
in a state of euphoria,
tried to gather it from him
to feel what it felt like
to be closer
and this was no small feat
for I am the one
who will holler and run
from something as small as an ant.
A wonderous moment,
a love like in dreams
had overtaken
the fabric of me
and made me something new
something that grew and grew
and is still growing
and for all I care
he could have set a spider in my hair
and I'd have trusted his judgment.
Isn't that something?
He put a bug on my hand.