I Feel Your Breath

I found us in heartbeats—that fever to glow, stationed in rooms; to see this soul, our sacred daughter, as glorious as green eyes; this fuchsia daze, that mind ablaze, this trek the endless cave; to see adventure, that brilliant teacher, at home with a silent whisper. We fell afar, this wide terrain, clawing at strawberries; where hell was jam, this thickened syrup, swimming through molasses. I churn a cycle, for aesthetic love, as to enter a tornado; this violent force, our course of doves, as to reckon a daughter’s soul; for life is wings, as golden bread, to partake of wine; this miracle jar, infused by ghosts, as to feel it falling; this host of shadows, while facing darkness, to know this inner peace. I love us more, this fetus that grew, as akin to godliness; that fatal grin, as to ruin mortals, while baptized in immortality; to feel so odd, as not to fit, an elf treading the Kingdom; this wealth of love, that inner cache, this deep fatigue; while thrust in action, this sword of souls, as to bleed unto salvation. I love us more, peering into journals, where wisdom seeps into minds. It must be life, to hurt so deeply, as cut into compassion’s arms: that vault of swans; that art of friends; this thing channeled by professors; to lurk and fall, that wall of bread, as to leap in a certain instance; this rare oasis, to find it once, while a mandala circles a heart-piece; where this is supernal, this inner secret, as to share with mother; those in-betweens, as meaning this life, to phoenix this vast adventure. Our tales are bold, while filled with psychs, sipping as to gain composure; as not of self, and not of words, but this churning sensation. I can’t explain, through linguistic gaze, this rain morphing into science; that daily chase, at pace with fools, where many fully understand: the ache of silence; that photosynthesis; even this bio-spirit; as long to live, a daughter afar, to witness this inner boomerang; that song of myth, this mystical gem, where love fumigates an entire system; to flood through parks, while drenched in nouns, this fevered cauldron. I love us more!