flower fields

i stood in a field of flowers and

watched the bees and the butterflies fly by

a sharp flutter in my belly and

a loud buzzing in my ears

love me? love me not?

i idly plucked petals

the flutters in my belly worsened

the buzzing in my ears, roaring

into the ground i sank

lungs so full 

they began to burst

but who knows fear and what are lungs when love exists?