Panic
b'I can see you now. You\\u2019re in the middle of a pile of flowers. Purple. I\\u2019m guessing your face is relaxed and pleasant. You don\\u2019t want to get out. You like reaching for sun. You like the green of the air, the purple stains on your chest, neck, and thighs. You like to be the cause. Your beauty is disrupting--\\xa0I\\u2019m going to panic if I don\\u2019t get this done. Stop. It. Please go away. My heart is not steady. My paths are not paved. My mind is a weakness. I\\u2019m going to panic \\u2013 if you come my way. Your beauty, it unnerves me. And your soul, it\\u2019s too kind. I want to put you on film, but I\\u2019m afraid to be alive. I want to put you in a ballerina box only to open you in quiet moments. Your sound will fill and warm me. Your dance, I\\u2019ll feel in my toes. And when you look to me I lose my words. When you leave I start a new chapter. If you stay I couldn\\u2019t go. If I see you I\\u2019m going to panic. So if I die\\npromise me you\\u2019ll still marry me. Th\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'