Dancing Butterflies

By Natalie Intihar

I loved you before I was born, I think
Every now and then I think about
How it doesn’t take my eyes being on
You to still love you.
I am enamored and I cannot
See your face. When we are sixty, do
You think you’ll still give me butterflies?

I read somewhere that you’re not
Supposed to have butterflies when you’re
With the one. They’re just supposed to be
Infinitely comforting and you never doubt it.
I don’t know if I buy it—
The person I feel safest with in the world,
Is the one that makes my stomach dance
Every time he looks at me.