Tell me how I’m beautiful ?

Amidst the wildflowers,

in their sweet scent and velvet petals

fighting to be plucked and admired.

I’ve learned to be me and I like me

but if I’m yours in the greener grass

will you still see me? Stay barefoot!

Love is intense,

can I find the courage

to feel big and not fear it?

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Tell me how I’m different?

amidst the overload,

in this world of vacuous information,

awash with choice

extensive aspirational everything

drowning voices

our eyes meet at the threshold,

will you step into the quiet with me?

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Tell me how we’re serendipity!

Aligned in mythic destiny

colluding in fantasy

our love saturated in mystery

realistically,

more hope than harmony

are you ready to be there with me?!

In that place more crimson than golden,

when blood smears the shine

can we heal the whole and tend the wounds?

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Tell me will you work with me?

Now I’m yours looking into the abyss

of brutal abandon, willing to sacrifice the bones of me.

For I do not wish to be your everything

but I do ask to be chosen

over again, make me yours.

Connection like protection is in vulnerability.

Breathe it into the flesh of me

so I can keep resurrecting,

exhuming love from ashes & earth,

for that is the work.

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Will you share with me?

Your precious life of wild abandon

and invest in staying just as much as we invest in playing

to carve through the excess and

land on a moon of rock

solid underfoot, how you ground me

as if to recover everyday over

in this noisy world of mysterious consequences.

Will you actually love me as I love thee ?!

Deeper and more sensitive than

every superfluous thing,

transparently and free?!

©️viannearmour