To learn is the synonym of to love, didn’t you know?
When you tell me about the cosmos above our heads
and about the small pebbled beach just a
few footsteps away.
It thrills me when you teach me how to
indulge in a card game and how to utter the words of
but the most leaves grew on
the spine of my stem when you taught me how to love
Mere particles we are
in such an abstract atmosphere –
must we really wrap everything around our fingers?
Instead, give me dances in the moonlight and sunsets that
only an eye could view perfectly.
Light candles by the bathtub and caress my left knee –
the one with the scar.
We all have stories to tell by the fire,
but the only one I patiently wait for
is one of the stars above.
The moon grows in phases –
it shows us in the skies
that even an element full of
certainty and light
cannot be entirely wholesome
with every passing night
And from each curve and crevice of my body,
I send to you kindness and purity.
And I hope that this can be a reminder
that no matter how many times you look at yourself
and wish that you were different,
you bring glory to the globe –
look no further, seek no more,
you are home
and your body is your solace
Much like when we free the stems of
freshly bought flowers from the
dainty strings –
we must unravel ourselves from the binding attachments
and watch ourselves grow in a different direction
to those around us
yet still make the time to
To be in a world of your own
when you’re surrounded by
a sea of everything
is truly the art of getting by