Utmost - Poem by Hannah Gilchrist
No need to count the hairs on my head;
You carefully manufactured each one.
No need to memorise the colour of my eyes; you designed their every hue.
Your seal is imprinted on my fingertips.
My frangible body is cradled in the cup of your hand.
My life; a mere extension of yours.
With every heart gush, mine gives a tenuous quiver.
My breathe is a evanescent flutter at the tip of your vast exhale.
The essence of my every cell emanates your name.
Your expanse continues beyond the very limits of my imagination and yet,
You know me utterly.
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