
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.
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.

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