i desire for your
inner light to awaken:
itself, a budding flower—
growing roots in my silence,
foregoing the panache of air.
your petals assist my peril
into a curtain's closing.
what transparency does my hand hold
clearer than any day when you
look at yourself within my eyes,
dizzy with the image i give back,
a startled child?
the Earth's jar topples, waters breaking free, loosening its girth wily against stone, rinsing us both with purity.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
i desire for your
inner light to awaken:
itself, a budding flower—
growing roots in my silence,
foregoing the panache of air.
your petals assist my peril
into a curtain's closing.
what transparency does my hand hold
clearer than any day when you
look at yourself within my eyes,
dizzy with the image i give back,
a startled child?
the Earth's jar topples, waters breaking free, loosening its girth wily against stone, rinsing us both with purity.
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