Forgive me during practice if you noticed

my heart stuck in my throat

and weighing of sending a notion

to raise you on a pedestal for all to see.

You're the fluid in my bloddstream,

a reminder of who I want to be.

So graceful in action

and selfless in practice.

You tell stories in your movements

I want you to kiss into my skin,

and you show light in your eyes

I want to wake up from in bed.

You go on about how you're so small

but you are a giant to me,

with makeshift wings made of bedsheets

and safety pins,

singing melodies late at night I try to memorize

on a lovesick whim.

Today I watched you dance,

reminding me that you would always be

the fluid in my bloodstream.