it has been said,
that her embodiment was the ocean.
because of her blue eyes.
but I think that's a not-okay representation of her embodiment.
I sort of think of her as a fierce babe,
but is that really an embodiment?
not only is she a babe, she also is a indescribable woman and that doesn't help me at all with my current situation.
I like to believe that sometimes her embodiment is the ocean,
because those blue eyes drown me in them everyday and that is a feature the ocean acquires.
her mind has no embodiment,
since there is no such thing that is quite like it.
I come to think that her embodiment is me,
since she is trapped inside me and I will never let her go,
because I like the feeling of dopamine flushing my bloodstream.
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Embodiments
Poetrytempting to touch the places she hates the most™ A 13-part poem book for all the littler things that leaves you with that tingly feeling.
