And it makes me think of you, or more what you do to me.
When you stare at me with your Ent eyes, when you hold my hand and rub your thumb across my skin, I feel like the jittery bats of the night caves, swooping from invisible wire to invisible wire. The whole zoo—the noise, the color, and chaos—erupts when I see you. The monkey emerges, banging around in my internal organs, begging to be heard and noticed. My heart roars loud like the lions, tigers, and bears. But all I can do is stare silently with wide eyes like the jaguar atop the rocky cliff, watching her prey through the Plexiglas and wishing I could think of the words to explain how you make me feel.
My slimy frog with a slimy frog!