14.
of me
my sweet one
i carry you around with me always
as a piece of myself
as a thought
as the green grass growing
multiplying, spreading
as a bit that can not be forgotten
as an hour after waking
during coffee
as a bright beam of sunlight
cutting through the clouds
you’re a piece of me
a friend i can talk to when alone
an understanding
a book
referenced, marked
checked
memorized, known
understood
i breathe you as a meditation
i taste you as a fine wine
i possess you as i posses my blood
you are mine
you are mine
11/3/2020