Dopamine Rush

by Sarah HaBa

 

My heart blooms too fast.
Velvet camellias cover my eyes,
bluebells spill from my mouth
with each attempted word.

I want to say…
I want to say…

…the tip of my tongue

is wet.

____


Let me have my crush;
let me touch the air between us
until it rifles with static.
I’m a dopamine addict.
Reader, you are my pretend lover.

____


The soft spot between collarbones
mirrors the curve below my lower lip.
Lavender sunsets press my forehead.
Dove feathers endlessly fall
from my fingertips.


____
 

Hovered in half-sleep,
honeyed is the smell,
I sleep on polka-dot pillows
somewhere between dreams


____

My navel holds one uncurled white violet.
My spine intertwines with scented jasmine vines.
Their perfume drenches
the balmy star-glossed sky

____


My soul levitates lushness in your body,
I watch it hover.
Sun glints off my sigh;
Smile,
smile.

Sarah HaBa is an artist and writer living in San Francisco.

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June 2018

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