• A flittering bird
    Springing springs
    In my stomach,
    Warmth
    Running at speeds
    Faster, faster
    Jumping, diving,
    It shoots out
    Into muscles
    Around my cheeks.
    Up they go
    Within an instant
    And then like a bubble
    Gurgling up
    A hint from inside,
    Honeysuckle sounds,
    It pops right out
    As if a tea kettle
    Opening up
    But can’t turn off,
    Flustering giggles.