Philosophers stone
#WritcoPoemPrompt79
The more you want a reply from a person, the more they'll keep silent. Write a poem about it.
Your dead serious
elixir of awakened love,
as wisdom waking up
galivanting through
a knowledge so warm,
it swarms peoples dopamine
buttons,
a fruitful text, of hydration and replenishment.
such a message
so intimate
made my chemicals stir crazy
for cuddling.
a closeness so
unfeigned, pervervid
and hot blooded,
it's a super human all on its own,
it carries tales of deep unaided loneliness,
measured by amounts of times, you reached your hand out, for someone to notice.
just once.
just once,
then over and over,
deprived of a sugar salt,
so nutrient hardy,
esatiating your weakness.
My soul is ravenous,
for this past to rewrite itself,
with drops of taste,
currents of flowing,
stares of affection, gracefully seeping into my hearts movement, the walls of my apex and through the veins of my blood, creating each cell, it's own blood supply.
How much life your
love transposed to my being,
from octaves of joyous hope to my dismemberment of...
The more you want a reply from a person, the more they'll keep silent. Write a poem about it.
Your dead serious
elixir of awakened love,
as wisdom waking up
galivanting through
a knowledge so warm,
it swarms peoples dopamine
buttons,
a fruitful text, of hydration and replenishment.
such a message
so intimate
made my chemicals stir crazy
for cuddling.
a closeness so
unfeigned, pervervid
and hot blooded,
it's a super human all on its own,
it carries tales of deep unaided loneliness,
measured by amounts of times, you reached your hand out, for someone to notice.
just once.
just once,
then over and over,
deprived of a sugar salt,
so nutrient hardy,
esatiating your weakness.
My soul is ravenous,
for this past to rewrite itself,
with drops of taste,
currents of flowing,
stares of affection, gracefully seeping into my hearts movement, the walls of my apex and through the veins of my blood, creating each cell, it's own blood supply.
How much life your
love transposed to my being,
from octaves of joyous hope to my dismemberment of...