Mother, dear, you are—without a doubt—the manifestation of my adulterous passion for the physical through my infatuation of all things organically yours. Your soil is my fertile stomping grounds where I harvest the vibrations shaking throughout your core and mine. I groove with your booming, thunderous laugh and make love to the air that feeds my temple. Your water penetrates my pores and seeps into my mind’s eye to flush out all impurities. When the tide comes, I am but a vessel awash at sea—waiting to practice love. However, I must tell you this; although you are all I see, you are not all I know. And, I know one day I will stray once more to the cosmos. But, I will never forget that it was you who showed me humanity so I could graduate to love.
(Source: theorganicself)@1 year ago with 5 notes
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