Fizzy

When you look away blushing,

my head feels dizzy.

We talk for hours on hours.

That closeness, that intimacy,

sends me into a tizzy.

For the life of me,

I can’t explain it,

but, I swear,

your laugh tastes fizzy.

Copyright © 2018 by Nita Pan

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