day 23

To the boy that can make mosquitoes dance:

We sat by the river and you told me

you like the way I say your name

I didn't utter a word

not because I didn't know what to say

but because

your name is a masterpiece tune

from the bottom of my voice box

It makes my heart sing

at every syllable 

and leaves me breathless

instantly

at each attempt.

Then I remember

that I'm just a shy butterfly

unaware of my wings capabilities

but you take me by my heart strings

and pull them accordingly

 Thank you

for sharing the sunset with me

and humming along to our accordion hearts

You make the mosquitoes dance

and play conductor to the belly butterflies I managed to stomach

I can't make mosquitoes dance the way you can

but speaking your name is a sweet enough tune
for all the wild wings at night