naomi ling

United States

est. 6/14/20

Message to Readers

cross-posted >;)


September 1, 2020



is my tongue when i see her for the first
time / i think, maybe, i’ll feel
butterflies at her touch, but
i feel only
static / slumber / stagnant /
and so i wait
she catches my eye,
i won’t lie,
so i squeeze my eyelashes until
they shed off of
taut cheek, chrysallis to metamorphosis
to butterfly kisses on temples
to wanting
more than i can give,
so i take and take and take
until she takes flight
off of my pinky
don't try to postpone the inevitable. 


See History
  • September 1, 2020 - 9:09am (Now Viewing)

Login or Signup to provide a comment.

  • Paisley Blue

    ... wow... this took my breath away. your writing, like always, is so enchanting and melodic! your word choice is gorgeous. amazing piece <3

    3 months ago
  • erin!

    "taut cheek, chrysallis to metamorphosis"
    so beautiful. also the title reminded me of the spelling bee kid so of course i had to read :)

    3 months ago
  • rainandsonder

    "so i squeeze my eyelashes until/they shed off of/taut cheek, chrysallis to metamorphosis/to butterfly kisses on temples" agh gorgeous! i love the way you twist the butterflies cliche into something so much more unconventional and lovely!

    3 months ago