This piece from Margins of the First Draft captures the feeling of being completely undone by someone’s presence.
A little poetry about love, chemistry, wonder, and the helpless beauty of it all.

(Authors Note)

10. Belladonna in her eyes

Like a maiden in love,

With my eyes glistening

In the lights above my head,

As if he was the belladonna to my pupils

I was a deer caught in headlights

And he was

The definition of poetry

Poetry on the Margins #10 Spellbound

Have you ever been completely undone by someone’s presence?
He is like belladonna — the toxin that dilutes pupils —
deathly and intoxicating.
Oh, my poor little heartstrings.

Imagine this:
you live your life as a grown-up 21st-century woman —
you know how to hold a drill, gosh, some of us can even change a tire —
and there is this one person who makes you feel like a kid.

I wonder what kind of chemical reaction that is.
Dopamine rush? Loss of reason? Oxytocin?

Babe, help me, please —
I may have forgotten how to tie my shoes.

Links to more of my work:

If you like reading an emotionally packed short story here you can find multiple of them: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Dead Poet

And a brand new addition to my poetry tab: On the margins of the First Draft

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