I could see
so far
into him,
I assumed
it couldn't be too deep,
His words
growing like lotus,
I could touch his beating heart,
Trace his translucent
vein running
like spring,
His soul
reaching out
through his eyes,
All of him,
laid out like that,
mountains reflected in pellucid waters,
so many finely knit gossamer dreams,
And I kept
walking into him,
with unstoppable need.
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Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
