6/23/25
my fingertips ache for your skin;
my hands, molded to fit yours.
my lips are stained with the hue of your love.
your very essence is so infused within my being,
you are woven into my dna.
it feels like ive always been yours-
through every lifetime,
across every universe,
within each plane of existence.
my soul has perpetually sought yours.
if heaven exists, it is right here in your embrace.
if the garden of eden is a person,
it beckons me with blue eyes and messy curls.
if we hail from the stars,
you are the brightest among them.
i will yearn for you for the rest of my existence- until time forgets me.
i will search for you in every atom-
every nook and cranny-
until i turn to dust and bone.
oh how lovely it is, to be loved by you.
YOU ARE READING
scripturient
Poetrya collection of my poems to friends and family and self; a way for me to get my feelings out "The word 'scripturient' means having a strong urge to write. It's an adjective describing someone who feels a powerful, often irresistible, impulse to writ...
