The pages flip and I can hear nothing
but the way his lips danced to mouth the wordings.
His tongue stretch and split out into vines
that cannibalize my torso and my mind.
Tighter with every word.
Breaking attention from the words to keep eye contact.
But unknowingly gazes into the embodiment of yearning.
If being consumed feels this good let me be the sustenance you will ever need for the rest of your life.
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
