Dec 2018
you are ethereal. beauty flows from your crown and washes over me like a tsunami, crashing against my rib cage and drowning my body in your essence. you are the sun; golden, graceful, kind. I cannot help but kneel before you to gaze upon your glow. in a hushed whisper, I rasp an amen.
I wrote this about a month ago. it was the first poem I’ve written in a long time
