you flow and change
and wrap around every object
that surrounds you,
you grow, you fight, and
you become bigger, better.
Your mind is like a river
and your hands are like beacons
that talk into the universe
and the universe talks back to you
because you are one with it
and you are infinite
and grand and pure.
You are like fire,
your touch is warm
and calming
and you glow like the sun
in the summer.
You are like fire
because your energy is pink
and red
with some sparks of oranges and yellows,
I can see you from a mile away.
You melt the ice in my heart
and the blue in my veins
and you make me feel alive
with just the comfort of your gaze
and then, there's the color of your cheeks
every time we get together, and
ugh... I'm so fixed
that I can't even breathe,
you are so gorgeous.
You're like the earth,
You're like the earth,
your hands are the soil
in which life begins,
your hair is the moss
shining in the morning
and branches grow out of your fingertips
as your mind blossoms.
and you explode in a million colors
you are art
and as such
you speak the truth of a thousand words,
your truth...
and I love that.
You are like the wind,
You are like the wind,
everlasting changing,
moving, flowing,
singing with the trees.
and then, there is your smell
that drips, like oil flowing down the windows
sticking to my fingernails,
making its way into my bed.
I can almost feel you,
every time I take a breath,
is like sleeping in the woods,
with the stars above my head.
You are the most beautiful wind of November,
welcoming winter, burning sunset,
blossoming flower.
You smell like the warmest of snowflakes,
like the greenest of sunflowers.
like wet earth
and like wormwood.
In your eyes
I see the beginning and the end,
the Alfa and the Omega,
and all the constellations
that connects the threads of time,
because when I see you
I see everything that ever was
and everything that ever will be,
you are like a mirror to infinity
where I can only see myself,
the stars, and you.
You make me dream
when I'm awake
and stay awake at night,
and like an everlasting fever,
you are like opium
or penicillin at the hospital
or like a really good cup of coffee
in the morning,
I'm staggered
and it's scary.
Pure magic
That's what you are,
a spell cast into the wind,
a seance
where the only words spoken
are the ones to spell your name,
and so, you are eternal,
in every song,
in every painting,
in every stoned left unturned
and every grain of sand
of every desert in the world,
there is no place where I don't see you,
you are everywhere,
because you are everything to me
I hate that I love that you exist.
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