A Kin To Love Again

These pictures on the page

they aren’t the same.

Like when you say

and speak my name.

The rapture is real

it’s all I feel.

Spread arms in a field

suddenly life’s a big deal.

The feeling is kin

to what I feel again.

Under my skin

you, my dearest friend.

Reminiscing I age

following feelings is rage,

let me out of this cage.

Speak as if a sage.

So for my skills

as a skilled pill

my ills you could heal

and to my ears appeal.

With you no end

could ever be sin. 

Because it’s the kin

to what’s love again.