that sets all the bones afire.
They rise from behind the solar plexus
and from the space just between the hip bones
spreading outward upward downward inward again.
Feel them alight in the knuckles of the hands;
the roof of the mouth
the knees, the soles of the feet,
everything burning airlessly.
Eyes may well up water
enough to drown Vesuvius, rescue Pompeii
and avail nothing
to quench the flutter of glowing tissue wings
confusing the heart’s steady rhythm
and suspending breath in the throat.
Well, happy Valentine's Day, everyone—
Today's all about The Romance, isn't it? Depth can wait until tomorrow morning.
It can be a lot of pressure, trying to affix feelings to a single day. For me, this is my grandmother's
birthday. But I wouldn't refuse any honest gestures, would you?
If you've had butterflies over someone, you know how this feels.
If you haven't, I hope this one helps you understand someone who has.
Love, always,
Kathryn M.
