forget language
shower me in the
essence
of
you
paint the
frequency
of your
being
onto
my canvas in
golden sequences
unravel
your code
smear it
before me
on the
mirror
of the
starlit sky
and i will
read
your
whorls of
sacred geometry
unraveling
the radiant
timelessness
of
you
******
author's note:
lines stolen from my poem, i n e f f a b l e
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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