The beauty is placed in his bone structure
The entire universe rested there
Those bones carried all the weight of the world
All the pain
All the success
It has been so hard on his feet
I don't blame him
But the skeleton has never broken
Kammeron he was
Just like a god he carried it
He healed it and became unbeatable just like the god
He carried darkness
But the darkness he didn't become
He was home called heaven
They've mistaken his passion for aggressiveness
They've mistaken his love for toxicity
He was a war
The grace was placed in his cranium
The war the peace
All in one
His femurs are prominent
vigorous
violently calling me to touch them aggressively
to feel the softness of his skin
to feel the madness of his beauty
his manus were placed on my mind
Before they reached my waist
Kammeron did not call me beautiful first
He called me freak-
The way he touched me
It's his voice that undresses me
It's his eyes that touch me
It's his mouth that speaks pure gold
Not filled with venom
Every turmoil starts and ends with his lips
He smelled little more human than rest of these souls
- Every hope in human form - You
YOU ARE READING
The Book Of Poetry: Kammeron
PoetryThe collection is about a man who saved me from my own grief and all the traumas i was fighting back then. It is all about love, being loved and giving the same amount.
