A poem #93 – Skin

My skin prickles
hairs dance upon my arm
My back stiffens
sweat soaks into the yarn
Nerves trembling
my mouth is dry
all at the sight
of you passing me by
Toes curl
my fingers tense
Butterflies colliding
over your scent
Lips quivering
ruby red
cheeks flushed hot and cold
“hello”, you said.

JP Collins

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