The Beauty Between Fear and Figment


Why did he turn his head
And look
Now I fear
He’s found a place
In the hollow of my heart


I’m as a bloom
Freshly picked
My best qualities unfurling
As he twirls me
Between his fingers


He pursues me with a fire
That ignites my dignity
And incinerates my insecurities
I feel his strength
The pulse of his soul
When he’s nowhere around
Only- I’m speaking of a love
I know nothing about
Still it resounds within my chest like a roaring sky
And it cleanses like a long drink of rain

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