I need someone who feels
with wildflowers,
and speaks
in the tongues of streams.
I need their cheeks
to sprout dandelions,
and let them grow,
even though others say they're weeds.
I need their mouth
to taste of earth,
and their soul
to hold the heat of the earth's core.
I need their ribcages
to contain mountain ranges
that can puncture my diaphragm,
and remind my lungs
how much they like the like the taste of air.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
I need someone who feels
with wildflowers,
and speaks
in the tongues of streams.
I need their cheeks
to sprout dandelions,
and let them grow,
even though others say they're weeds.
I need their mouth
to taste of earth,
and their soul
to hold the heat of the earth's core.
I need their ribcages
to contain mountain ranges
that can puncture my diaphragm,
and remind my lungs
how much they like the like the taste of air.
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