I watch the light filter
and change as it dances across my ceiling
and I wonder why you love me
and I wonder why me.
Ripples move through my chest area,
A hard flutter in my rib-cage.
Something is alive in there.
Sometimes you wouldn’t know it.
I blink. Breathe.
Like coming out of water.
But I’m dancing out the door.
I leave the rustling behind.
It lies on my bed, wet and quivering,
looking for warmth. I know
You’d see the symbolism in that.