Fishies swimming upstream
with a determination that some
adults would describe as foolish.
This is beyond butterflies,
this utter flight bands
memory of being swept
off feet in a tornado
of passion.
Dance.
Prance,
like smoke bouncing off bedroom walls.
Cell phone shriek
need to hear this.
Electric shock,
without lifesaver
designated driver without the crash.
Desire.
Flash excitement.
No passion.
Thought,
phone calls,
likes you.
And now sleep.
Skip sleep.
Won't work anyway.
Brush teeth,
clean house
anything to spend energy.
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