i can feel his words
like water
on my skin
dripping between my fingers
i feel them sway
and ripple when i touch
yet pouring into my bloodstream
my soul
he's thunderous
electrifying
zapping me with emotions
i never knew the names of
his movements are a breath of fresh air
carrying whispers in the breeze
and yet he packs his things
and leaves with the seasons.
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 7:59 PM UTC
i can feel his words
like water
on my skin
dripping between my fingers
i feel them sway
and ripple when i touch
yet pouring into my bloodstream
my soul
he's thunderous
electrifying
zapping me with emotions
i never knew the names of
his movements are a breath of fresh air
carrying whispers in the breeze
and yet he packs his things
and leaves with the seasons.
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