The high of a Smile
is cotton candy, and butterflies, and hearing the air whoosh in your ears when you run.
The high of a Kiss
is hot chocolate, and fizzy soda, and jumping on a trampoline.
The high of a Touch
is a hot bath, and the opening of a warm oven, and neon signs turning on.
But the ultimate high is the high of Pop-Boom-Sizzle-Bang-Kapow!
and It is exactly what It sounds like:
a Pop —
a Boom —
a Sizzle —
a Bang —
And with the highs, must come the lows.
The low of the Smile
is not bad at all.
A little Uncertainty —
Is that for me? Are you sure?
The low of the Kiss
There is still the Uncertainty —
Why? Is it just because of my face? Are you sure?
but there is also a Wanting —
I want more: more time, more of this, more of everything.
biding in the back of your heart.
The low of the Touch
is hard to handle.
The Uncertainty —
Is it just for my body? Is that all? Are you sure?
the Wanting —
is still there, but now there is Loneliness as well —
Are you leaving? So soon? Why are you going?
that crawls through your bones.
The low of Pop-Boom-Sizzle-Bang-Kapow!
is the worst there is.
There is no uncertainty —
You were sure.
there is no wanting —
I am full.
there is no loneliness —
You and I are here forever.
there is only . . .