The Way You Make Me Feel

Can you feel it?


How my neurons twitch in euphoria with every touch,

The way I become paralyzingly yours when you kiss me?

Maybe it’s because when you look at me the way I look at the moon when it
reflects across the vast ocean, I allow myself to sink deeper into you . . .

Or maybe because of how when I wore my favorite cashmere sweater on our first
date I had a feeling you would fit me better,

But I just knew I had to play my cards right.

You see sometimes I get this feeling that I like you more than I have the courage
to admit,

And I won't lie, when you hold my hand, there’s something in it that dares me to
be more brave;

As we sit on the tree branch together, feet dangling off the cliff, my fear of heights
suddenly disappears —

I know you won’t let me fall,

But allowing myself to fall this hard for you paralyzes me.
I try to tell you how I feel but you see trying to describe how I feel is like trying to
capture the sunset on an iPhone camera;
The saturation is off, the texture is missing, it can’t quite be properly
expressed . . .

So instead I’ll make you a deal:

Just be open to the possibility of me and you,

and I promise to try to hold onto this feeling of bravery you instill within me.