This way

Submitted by Madeline on Sun, 01/29/2017 - 18:27

A wealth of life
bubbles from the spring
of your eyes
Hands sing
out to me
They speak
my language
Distinct
in the rhythms and patterns
They make
an offering
that only my cerebral cortex
can navigate
A messaged devoted entirely
to Me.

This heart races
and quakes
when you talk
This way

Author's age when written
19
Genre
Poetry

Comments

Damaris Ann

Tue, 01/31/2017 - 08:35

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Ohhhhhhhhh this is so gorgeous. It's soft, and sweet. Like, melt-in-your-mouth perfection. The rhythm is superb. I literally let out a satisfied sigh when I read the last line. Can I give high enough praise? This is without a doubt my \%100 favorite poem you've written. Ever. Period. Thank you for that.

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Sarah Bethany

Thu, 02/02/2017 - 04:07

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Soooooo good.... great choice with the capitalization of "Me" -- it just felt that much more special and specific, his message devoted to you: those two lines zinged out at me!! And my heart actually felt a flutter at the last stanza <3