2.
i like to think of us
as inseparable
thicker
than blood
the sweet dripping honey
in my veins
you are
what nurtures
my nature
an avalanche
of tenderness
that without
i would collapse
you are the sun
rising early on dreamy mornings
to my seeded growing heart
you are the moon
to the longing wolf in my tummy
howling softly in the dark
you are the words
streaming falls of encouragement
that leave my chapped lips dry for more
you are the ink
painting passages of hope
that leave my fingertips typing of your allure
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
2.
i like to think of us
as inseparable
thicker
than blood
the sweet dripping honey
in my veins
you are
what nurtures
my nature
an avalanche
of tenderness
that without
i would collapse
you are the sun
rising early on dreamy mornings
to my seeded growing heart
you are the moon
to the longing wolf in my tummy
howling softly in the dark
you are the words
streaming falls of encouragement
that leave my chapped lips dry for more
you are the ink
painting passages of hope
that leave my fingertips typing of your allure
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