Lovesong

a poem written and illustrated by Lilith Noah

i find you at the end of every lovesong

the needle scratches the surface.

static, then a song and i, lovedrunk, smile

and ask you to dance,

in the living room, like nobody's watching when we both now

that i will soak every inch of you, tonight

as the streetlamp paints the room in its golden hour light.

you ask me then, in the safety of a summer night,

how i know that this is love.

my mouth is full of butterflies and so is my stomach, still.

because when i'm scared i think of you and when i'm happy i think

of you and when

tears come running down my face i think of you i think that

every time i think i think of you.

and that is how i know,

that's how i know.