the perfect poem
is without words
it is heard within the cries of lovers
legs entwined
like trees
limbs reaching roots
climbing vines
towards heaven
it is the sun dappled dawn
rich and vibrant
like cheeks rising
as apples, ripe
it is the laughter of children
encrypted within chalk lines on sidewalks
where no words are spoken
and no language exists
it is the heart, racing
through atriums and ventricles
pumping blood to breath
so your eyes
show laughter
through your tears after rainfall
the perfect poem
is you
perfect,
poem
it is the presence of love
and the breath of angels.
is without words
it is heard within the cries of lovers
legs entwined
like trees
limbs reaching roots
climbing vines
towards heaven
it is the sun dappled dawn
rich and vibrant
like cheeks rising
as apples, ripe
it is the laughter of children
encrypted within chalk lines on sidewalks
where no words are spoken
and no language exists
it is the heart, racing
through atriums and ventricles
pumping blood to breath
so your eyes
show laughter
through your tears after rainfall
the perfect poem
is you
perfect,
poem
it is the presence of love
and the breath of angels.
© Susan Marie
4 comments:
....Susan, great !!
in gassho,
hozkar
CHILE
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