National Poetry Month Day 21

National Poetry Month
Day 21
Surprise

What do I do now
That you have me
Holding me
Touching me
Had me in the rain
Wet
With giggles
Butterflies in the middle
I'm hooked
I'm sprung
You're stand
Next to none
Like a flower
Growing among weeds
You planted the seed
Of mystery in wonder
I feel it down under
The soles of my feet
My mind in the wind
What do I do now
I'm back to the basics
Awake and
Slightly shaken
Arrow shot from cubic
I believe I'm love sick
What do I do

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker