A body of evidence, growing, softening eternity where here, we are, you and me and this heart we share and now you’re singing and I see you everywhere, in everything, like over there: a helicopter leaf spinning through the air and the soldiers of leaves standing round the flowers; only love can make love. You know this tenderness penetrates, opens me fierce and hot and I weep for nothing is as sweet as knowing you are singing love songs, too. A body of evidence, growling poetry through sickness. A prayer? Something beyond the layer of protection. You let me in. Let me lick your sweet heart, lick your wounds. You. You let me touch you. Give the love I’ve always longed to. You are powerful. A fortress strong enough to lower its guard, for you know loving strengthens the heart more than any workout ever could. A body of evidence. Our love pouring through the pores of me. A river flowing through harsh winds just to feel your fingertips which at this moment are tracing circles round my lips, beauty and calluses and there, a honeybee creeps into its nest like you into me into we. Another universe unseen until you revealed yourself to me. Did you know, before I knew you were real, I missed your presence. Before I touched your flesh, I loved you, dear. A love spell, is it? Some sort of magick I worked out with the birds, flowers, rain showers. Nothing of logic could explain this gift.
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very rich, like a heavy cream, movement, images. very good.
Absolutely stunning!! I bow before you and your gifts 🤍