Little Death

by Elizabeth Stokes

When you're near
My heart starts beating faster
The world starts moving slower
And I just freeze

And it's cold, the steam escapes
Through my lips and dissipates
And you breathe it in
We all breathe it in

Your smile, it makes me weak
And the red spreads to my cheeks
You make me feel three glasses in
And you say my name

My legs support a little less
My tongue becomes a little mess
My lips are longing to confess
My lungs, they catch on every breath
My heart beats harder at the cage inside my chest

And I die, I die a little death
I die, I die a little death

Come and go
A lightning bolt in daytime
That burrs into my eyeline
You're all I see

There's no sign of the sun
So the moon moves out in front
She wants to be aligned
We all want to be aligned

And your voice, it makes me weak
I'm wasted when you speak
You hit me hard as red wine
And you say my name

My balance takes a little rest
My conscience hung under duress
My twitching fingers do their best
To keep their wandering selves in check

My mind it finds a new address
This life is cursed, you're heaven-blessed
This human god, this honoured guest
Filling up the emptiness

My legs support a little less
My tongue becomes a little mess
My lips are longing to confess
But I'll never tell, you'll never guess