Love & Insects by Jessica Dawson

Love and Insects

The ride home
dragged on
like a Sunday sermon.

His words were butterflies.

Eyes on my bare legs,
he barely filled
the space of a minute
with spurts
of hesitant conversation.

My lashes worked
overtime,
thumping subliminal messages,
fireflies in a coffee can.

                – Jessica Dawson

Jessica Dawson is the editor at Gunpowder Mouth Press, mouth full of gunpowder, belly full of twigs, you can connect with her on Facebook here.

*poem first appeared in Words Dance #9