Torn From the Pages of My Heart

Love In Lemonade

I am a water glass
My blood stirs
Within my stiff body,
Growing hot and cold
Hot… then cold
At the sight of him nearing

Then comes his smile
Like a splash
Of three halved lemons
Refreshing me,
Fogging me bit by bit.
Tiny seeds
Take my breathing's pace
Bobbing nervously
Bouncing up and down
Up… then down.

At his eyes I sink
Till I'm all just
A lemonade
Waiting for him to drink.