A Canticle Of Utmost Sincerity, With Rhyme - Poem by Shelby Barker
He is each flutter in my chest,
melting into my pores to become
Alate inside of me, spreading his nest
down to my fingertips' vibrating hum;
Conciliate me he easily did
from the first buss him to me;
The ethereal taste of his butterfly lips
brought a shake to my hummingbird knees;
He is the warmth that sent my doubts flying
Out of my tangled sham of a heart
to prove that love is like undying
After losing and getting scarred;
He is each tingle, he is each lust.
He has taught me to fly, and he has taught me to trust.
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