you; a loud reason

by hiraeth   May 26, 2021

tell me why
i feel more holy in your palms
than praying to any of the gods?

tell me why
i’ve never felt smaller when i
rest my head on your shoulder?

it doesn’t take much,
it’s always the little things that set
me ablaze. why do my desires run
rampant when i catch the morning
light in your eyes –
tell me why
do i desire?

and if not your eyes –

it’s everything else,
the way the wind plays
with your hair,
the way the sun tenderly
kisses your skin.

it's you.


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