He opens his hands,
Lets the moths fly erratically
About in my stomach.
They tremble unconsciously,
Make me shiver.
Some loose their way and
I feel them in my heart-
My four-chambered heart,
My heart that aches with the longing
And beats with the fluttering moths.
He released them from his finger-cage,
Let them go wild in my soul,
Just by catching my eye,
Just by saying hello.
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