Love

Love

Love is tender, it feels like the gentle breeze of summer trees, waving in the wind, extending its branches out to reach for the sky, flapping its leaves, prepared to fly, the feeling of shy, when words do not form but I cannot say goodbye, wondering why I feel this way, but I allow feelings deep inside my soul to stay.

Love is rosey, it tickles my cheeks red, sped away quickly because I believed that love was dead, but tread lightly because some love is cursed, it bewitches us to a spell only one can break, and only one can make, it grips our consciences and corrupts our thinking, it changes our speaking and even our blinking, overthinking of human action, fraction of mind souls combine, to create a feeling only heart can bind, the feeling of tension not worth the mention, suspension of world, my worry's retention. 

The blissful climax of human emotion, my mind washed by love’s potion, going through the motions of intended charm, unaware of the potential harm. My heart skips a beat and begins to speed every time your gentle face meets my personal space, the walls of defense, protection from attack, lack to stand tall as they begin to fall, because gentleness breaks the code to the fortress and draws the bridge to my heart, the feeling of safety knowing you’re near, but the fear that separation is inevitable. Reminded of past, when my love was last, lost away because humans cannot stay, and one day we shall all pass away, never again to feel the motherly touch, of her sweet gentle hands and allow them to clutch, the padlock to my soul, and allow me to dole in the vastness of her arms, the blueness of her charm, because the only amount of harm, was the feeling of abandonment, you left for me a big world at age 16.

I allow you to bypass my body’s security because you feel like my mother, whose love like no other, you feel like Sunday dinner after we’ve all felt sinners, the rays of sun, the blood that runs, through my face down to my feet. You feel like the warmth of July, and August, your presence hugs my body like the humidity of swamp weather, the steam of gleam, like a beam of light on a Monday clean. My words flow like the blood in my veins, taking over the reins of veil, the feeling that when you’re around my mind sails and allows me to be who I am in the night when the blue light of the moon shows that my condition has not yet pruned, but that I swoon over you, the feeling of new, the appearance of blue. 

I love you means I have given you power, to allow you to see my coward, to see my lowest, and to see the top of my tower, from my hair to my knees, my soul speaks, and from my eyes to my shin, my mind screams, as you place your arms around me my heart preens, and as it beats, I feel the weight of the bumping to veins, I feel the chains of toxic break once again. 

Love is my final destination, it is the creation of life, the remedy for strife, it is the ability to cry for help, when lifes stones become too much and bed doesn’t feel like home, it is the red of my body, the blue to my soul, it fills the holes that were placed by abandonments moles, it is the hope for the future and our self-worth, the foundation for peace, the piece of God that lives on earth. 

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