broken bikes

of embodiments

there is so much 

solace

embedded into every

atom and molecule and particle

that makes up

the length of your arms,

the warmth of your palms,

the broadness of your chest,

the crevice of your neck,

the arch of your shoulder,

the slant of your collarbone,

the curve of your smile,

the melody of your laugh,

the love in your eyes,

and everything that i might have missed

you are

the utter embodiment

of the word

solace

itself

and every breath you take

obliterates

the fear and disappointment and hate

clouding my brain,

and fills my lungs

with the oxygen

that they have been craving

all this time