You are poetry
engraved on my peasant heart,
my Love,
and never once did I imagine
the weight of all your letters
could equip me with
such feather-light wings that,
each time I beg for your chaos
to set me free,
the alphabet storm they beat
would soar me through this rapture
I have long desired
to write, instead.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 26 April, 2017
