MOVE me

I want to be moved.


To tears.
To dance.
To action.
To scream.


Move me in ways that feel like I'm flying.

Move me to the rhythm of the song stuck in your head.

Move me to contemplate all the ways I can hide the body.

Move me across the room so that I can be closer to your smile.

Move me across the country so I can be further from your off-key singing.



I want to feel the shift that you inspire inside me.



To paint walls in your favorite color.
To do an old school shout out on the radio.
To not want to replace every inch you occupy.
To burn all the pictures of you I keep in my mind.
To stop in my tracks at the scent of your cologne.
To wake in the middle of the night with words begging to be put on paper.



Move me.

Or move on.


(Woke up with this in my head three days in a row & decided it was time to put it out.)