Alexa Laing-Moore
love
love
We are Green
I hesitate, but place
A tentative hand on your cheek.
And I love the way your eyes close,
How your breathing slows.
It’s making me weak.
I can’t begin to explain
Why I’m this way with you:
Turbulent and half wild,
And oh so like a child.
Could it be I’m into you?


