He wrote me metaphysics an abstract theory
he drowned me in a sea of intangible words
his verbs tasted like grains of salt
tiny granules pouring into open wounds
and slowly burning
He produced stinging sensations
that caused a slight pain
he wrote the color
of permanent stains
his letters caused
an aching sensation
in my loins
he made my rib
indentations throb
from his bruising's
with indescribable philosophy
that caused contusions
to my eyes
see he
he scripted
me blindly
He ripped the vision
from my optic nerve
and left me sightless
left me a mess
of purple inflections
upon my retinas
the markings of battered scars
stuck to my reflection
he scribbled his discoloration
on the undersides of my eyelids
and I feel him
in the fullness
of my tear ducts
and I feel him
in the redness
of my protruding veins
and I feel him
I feel him sitting
upon singular lashes
a constant reminder
that he seizes me
as he sees me
differently
Through every etching
of broken flesh
he knows me
speaking in veiled secrets
that secrete the abnormalities of truth
he understands
the silence of my speech
he deciphers the messages
that seemingly holds no meaning
studying the beauty
of my empty voids
as he drafts out
detail on the farthest point
of my psyche
see he, he writes me
metaphysics an abstract theory
A collage
of mystical
metaphors
that others
do not grasp
he teaches me
the ideas
of revelation
with his friction
chafing diction
that claps
to the lining
of my esophagus
as I speak him
as I savor him
Silently swallowing
the formation
of his figures
expansive speech
that sits upon my cheeks
awaiting combustion
a simple energy
yearning to ignite
the depth of his language
as he compels me to breath life
into the passages that I shape
he says that my lips
are like brushes
and that syllables
are my paint
and every time
that I speak
a masterpiece of thought
takes place in the shadows
and I speak him metaphysics
without even speaking
abstract theory's
By Samantha Campbell
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