They way you make me spill all over my clean white shirt
The way you enter my unspoken words and my unremembered dreams
The way you permeate and pervade and pass through my myriad secret corridors
The way you blunt my edges and tame my wild (somewhat though… I am unkempt birdnest hair on blustery days)
The way you impregnate me with cloudbanks and spirit seedlings
The way you place flames in my irises and tongues of fire on my fingertips
The way you hang your growlings around my throat like a diamond-studded choker
The way you smooth my scars and lick my bruises
The way you devour me without unmaking me whole
The way you cover my skin in the multicoloured petals of underestimated flowers
The way you perforate my steel and collapse my gate of bones and frozen breath
The way you transform me into an unexpected field of unfurling savage flowers
The way you finger my curls and curl your fingers
The way you touch me with silence and deafening compositions of darkest light and lightest dark
The way you hold me still with your peace
The way you collapse my towers
The way you rebuild me from the dusty smoking rubble
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❤👽
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*** The way you leave out all of the punctuation like you’re trying to be clever or unique or something…. ***
*** The way I always trigger you into feeling like you need to criticize me… like your sense of security and existence depends on it… or something…. ***
Honestly, this is one of the best pieces of poetry I’ve read in a while. Or to say, it touches me deeply. It is magnificent, magical, and moving in its imagery. This is, in my opinion, one of the best pieces I have read from you. It’s glorious.
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That means so much to me, Tara. I’m happy that something I wrote could touch you that deeply. Thank you. ❤❤❤
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