Taste

The taste of love,
It’s the warmth of steam seeping from your morning coffee.
The vibration felt in your throat when in harmony.
Feeling the seasonal change throughout the wind on your skin.
The dilution of darkness within your pupils,
And they’re the only light that you see.
The first breath when you rise out of water.
An untouchable presence,
An unknowing lesson,
Within a starting confession.
The overwhelming urge to embrace life,
If they will be within your sight.
Like a kite,
Your soul will take flight.

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Adoration

Let me show you the extent of my adoration.

Shall I strip off my skin and parade merely for a glimpse of interest?

You are like gravity,

Forever grounding my unbalanced footsteps in the symphony of the seasonal beat,

Where earths shadows peer into my soul.

One blink away from you is unbearable,

As unknowingly time was not on ones side.

Beckoning for one’s adoration reciprocation,

Discovering no avail.

It’s evolutionary,

To be found standing alone once again.

The frightful understanding,

Of adoration and the acceptance no longer.

Yet being presented with one’s numbness,

Clutched tight to the damaged bone.

The numbness creates such weight,

Does one tempt fate to float?

Does one seek fleet?

Such a strange sensation,

To be alone.

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