Poetry

Aquiver

aquiver

I felt that old quivering sensation of butterflies in my stomach when your fingers laced with mine — not out of necessity, but out of love. Words cannot describe how much I miss those little moments.

© Sarah Doughty
Photo credit: @emberwolves

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55 thoughts on “Aquiver”

      1. Most people either miss it entirely because they’re too wrapped up in the words their brains fix the errors for them, or they’re a little nervous to let me know. I don’t mind it. 😊😊

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    1. Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, right? The words described butterflies in the stomach, but what happens to them when you open your mouth to speak, to breathe (I mean, if something is powerful enough to cause the sensation there are other parts of the body that respond as well, right?) to kiss, where do those butterflies go?

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  1. So much emotion translated in so little words…. Very moving post! It reminds me a little of one of my own, “Forget lips,think hands…” Sometimes in life, details mean so much! 🙂

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