How I spell
"Love"?
I hide my every alphabet

Within you.
We learn to burn our old
Preferences.

Enough gentle winds turn
Puddles into
Cavities.

I thank the grounds for not
Being levelled out
For once.

Not scared of hights any
More; I grunt when your feathers
Tickle my nose.

Godlessness.
Church is my mouth upon
You.