Metaphors
We fell in words,
Captivated by the gravity of our deliberations
And the sweet nectar that is your voice
Building a home with decibels as blocks, metaphors as windows
We built a sanctuary from a thought
Relinquishing all other designs for the one our minds birthed
We fell in likeness,
Swayed by the forces of affinity
The familiarity of a kindred spirit
It must have been kismet that our paths crossed
That I was broken from you, after all, and nobody else
How I fit perfectly into the crevices of your bones
I belong to you, you are my temple
We fell in thought,
With you chiding my mind to keep going
To fish within its waters for the pearls that lie within
And you sat by the coast, basket in hand, ready to catch all that I threw your way
So I swam seamlessly in the sea, farther than I had ever reached
And my fins revved of energy
Like the thunderbolt that pierced your heart to mine
Perhaps this phenomenon called love could be mine
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Love,
Umm Nala
