I pour the depths of this fragile soul out
To You
Queen of my life, ever-deserving
Cascading, eternity of rooted devotion
Immortal liquid salt on these moist cheekbones
So like yours
My relentless yearning
Found in the delicate rustles of autumn leaves
Seeking you
Pursuing warmth, in your bosom
Asphyxiated, liberated by your essence
Inhalation of incarcerated emancipation of you
In my chest
Annihilate the burning
I envisage taking those frail fingers and entwining them
In mine
Oh sweet Mother, the desire of-
Daintily, endlessly whirling to the painless chimes
In the enthralling melody of your childlike giggles
Gracing my ears
Impending turbulence churning
I open my aching fingers, watch as you go
So gracefully
My elegant butterfly, always returning
Fluttering, ever hovering in my solitary omission
Present, absent in entirety, physical inability
Still able to conceive-
Love, I am but learning
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