To pull open your world, and sneak inside.
Tearing out your heart, giving you mine.
Feeling each rise and fall of your chest.
Would lay me out like gold.
Each breath conquers me.
As you lick your lips.
Suggesting that is where we build our home.
On the tip of something beautiful.
We’ve cried out our past.
Knocked down each remnant of uncertainty.
Covering our delicate present in feathers and down.
For this is where we shall collapse.
And watch true love collide.
Collecting it up in a bucket of flesh and stars.
my god, Mark. This is incredibly touching. I think I may have to do an audio. 💕
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Ah, thank you….i would love to hear that. I do like the imagery in this one, plays well for a bigger scope.
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Must be nice, to find that someone else you trusted with your whole heart, someone you feel safe with, to show your true self to…
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Loving all parts, all the time…..yes, love should be complete.
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Love this poem and I feel the love within your work. 🙂
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Thank you, yes this did certainly take over here. Glad you liked it!
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You welcome, Mark. 🙂
Beautifully done. 🙂
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