Thinking About You

by ibeamarioh

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.

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