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Rang your phone from my pocket,
a call at first so innocent yet so coincidential,
that you should just happen to cross my mind the moment before,
like my mind sent messages down my spine and through my jeans,
straight to my phone and right to your ears,
giggle all you want it makes me smile,
hard to hear my own words but you truly make me smile,
this feeling deep in my gut, a feeling thought so extinct,
but my defenses keep fighting them off,
catching each butterfly with a net and placing them in a jar,
yet they keep multiplying and I keep catching,
soon I won't be just engaging butterflies and feelings,
soon I'll be engaging compliments and beautiful truths,
from your toes to the tip of your head,
a sight that the vocally talented sing about,
when they sing about Someday...Misery... even Like We Used To,
it's a feeling that any explanation would be,
just like explaining a color to a blind man,
so now while we are aiming from our lips to each others ears,
I will just engage nothing before the tsunami.