On BeComing
Your words
like food to my soul
Soft and warm
Slinking towards my memory
Slow like caterpillars
Where heart and mind cocoon
Spinning puzzle pieces of mush.
Fluttering springs over my body
My heart aches
With every breath you breathe
With every word that spills
from your mouth
I digest and be
Come
Butter
fly
Soaring between the soft
Rise and fall of your chest.
By A. Wright a.k.a Miss Know It All
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