sábado, 30 de octubre de 2021

ELEMENTAL NATURE



You are like water,
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,
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, 
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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