Building Of Beauty.

By Hannah Bhullar

I read the poetry in the fibres of your skin,

In the rows of your hair,

In the creases at the corner of your eyes…

And it’s so beautiful.

I want to love your rough frame.

Let me treat it like a docile kitten.

Pet your fur,

Stroke your feathers,

Kiss your horns.

You are all the cutest things in nature.

All the grace and beauty,

All the bones and chasms…

Your body is the frame for the artwork of your soul.

It is the stave and score behind your melodies.

And I will love it because it is the closest I will get to ever truly meeting your soul.

I hope your body can pass on my message…

I love your brain.

I love your heart.

I love your skin.

Your lips.

Your nose.

Your elbows.

Your knees.

Your toes.

Your shoulders.

Your chin.

Your ankles.

Your spine.

I love all your structures; they’re so divine!

It is a beautiful cathedral,

A tower; a monument; a riveting castle.

Your walls contain stories…

Yours and mine; Both of ours together.

I want to live inside your walls, and camp by the fire of your heart.

I want to rest on your lungs and bathe in your blood.

I want to buzz inside you.

And thrum; like a hummingbird,

Hopefully reigniting that spark in you, that you left behind

as a child…

By Hannah Bhullar