From the place where you may gracefully sit, dance, or lay-
Can you feel the effortless sway of the wind in my veins?
It’s prodding up goosebumps when I hear your name.
How the places between my fingers and teeth fill
In attempt to push out the grief
When I hear you speak.
How your moonbeams generate
A marathon race in my chest
Every time I catch a glimpse of your face.
My beautiful root,
I await your bloom,
As I water you
From far away.