Love

Love

A shield that rips apart from itself to form a spear and my heart refuses to wear helmet
My love speaks in silence
Without ideals or violence
It sings the song of souls
It give a pair of lungs to breathe...Anointed by the seeds within my fold..

The harmony of a war that peaches silence and peace,
The light that flicker from our laughter...
Our lips have been burned so many times to forget... so I know how it feels to be allergic to love.

It is the nonverbal human interaction,
The intimacy of a daydream off my eyes... rolled off my skin like sleeves, how it unravels the truth untold...
It is the unquenchable thirst of these longing passion vividly embossed...

The deafening sound of a cracking thought spiced by the melodies of my heart, the precise mathematics of my brains... the thought to return you to my rips.
 
You crossed my mind once and never left, you hv sense of permanent in actual thoughts in many versions of reality...

It is the spirit of purity that feels like home, the remedy of perpetual healing repeatedly gone unproven. Only familiarity breeds contend, ignorance is living in shame of being human.

You are the shores sucking my feet drawn deep, losing the feathers of your warm code would make me weep and if you wish to ever leave, I would finally understand why storms are named after people.

©️HISTORIAN POET
     ABBIE