Nothing's Going To Change My World Poem by Kim Dang

The scent of abalone
Bottling senses shivering me to my pelvic bone
A sound of symbols clashing
pools of sorrow waves of joy, cross hashing
up an image brimmed with love.

Words ripped through torn up cardiac,
please don't look back, you whispered, 'you're more than that.'
Glimpsing at a bared soul; it took as much
to patch a whole.

The third party could even feel you trying
I've tasted tears not mine; like the sky is crying
You're still smiling.
In certainty inside, it's truth defying.

Feel that twitch of a mouth muscle
movement to prove this isn't at all temporary
To know you're right at home; from telephones.
From tear worthy inside jokes.

Self justifying that nothing's going to change my world
while your words convince me of how much I've changed yours
And conceptually it's all different.
It's no longer for the lack of good company.

That dandelion seed, that feather could keep on
floating across fields forever.
figures of contentment coaxed free from a life lesson movie
Flying over my stumbles, dancing without adorned feet.

They've danced this far for the only option I've chosen.
They dance because you have burst me wide open.