Thinking About You
You soul draws me in with a genesis like magnetism, articulating across every individual cell in a natural intrinsic language distinct to us and our God. Spirit weaves, writhes, and churns wax painted portraits into cracked seedlings; palms holding earth-fulls of life; peeling rich soil back for fissures of light that birth dreams into breathless moments where time bows in respect to you.
To me. To Us.