Not It

Great poker face

A devilish smile

That comes out

Once in a while

                 if you're lucky.
I am.

The whisper of a dove's wing

Floating on an eyelash

A butterfly's wing of hope

Thumping a heartbeat

                           if you happen to hear.

I do.

Laughter makes my heart grow small

With longing

With fear

I can crush it, destroy it

                                if I'm clever.

I'm not.

A perpetual game of tag

Running madly

Drifting sadly

You'll escape

                    if you can run fast enough.

I can't.

Forgetting the string

Of remembrance 'round your finger

You can get lost

In that grin

            if you don't try too hard.

I don't.

Roses are red

What comes next?

Pen to paper, cheek to cheek

Arm to hand to heart

                            if you want.

I want.

Do you?