like a stem it climbs my thigh and twists in my stomach creating that warm feeling.
it sprouts and lifts into my ribs,
intertwining with every which one.
it buds in my lungs sending bubbles to my tongue, giving me that nervous clearing of a throat.
then finally it reaches my heart, hardly scarred, but gently parred.
wrapping around, my heart skips to catch up, making me dizzy all the way up top.
but then it does something beautiful,
something out of the world.
it blooms.
a flower so astounding, it's beauty must be concealed inside, for eyes cannot withstand.
it's sweet nectar drips from the petals and sends trickles through my body's muscle.
and as i shiver it's pollen shudders and disperses into my head, making it foggy with emotion.
tears fall quick down my flustered cheeks and settle onto the soft skin of a boy.
and there a seed is planted into the soil of a being, watered by emotion, and nourished with the binding of two souls.
with such intricacy, this feeling can be explained, however, you'll find it in many different ways.
the only way you will recognize it, is by its four lettered name: love.
love.
09.09.19
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ken
PoetryI completed I ken /k e n/ n. 1. one's range of knowledge or sight. ❝you're a ghost boy completely translucent your bones, your flesh they've all completely faded into the death of a story a tragic story titled love ❞ ➸ a collection of handwritt...
