Ecstacy

If love is a drug,
you are the high
that keeps my blood
pumping through its veins.
You are the ecstacy,
the awakening,
the sweet rapture
of raw hearts
beating together
as one.
When we connect,
mountains shake and walls
crumble to the ground
with a single touch.

 

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Written for Day 28 of #MayFalls and #MayPoeticWings poetry challenge.

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