u/PaleontologistBusy94

Hug me while we still can

Before we go

Before we sleep

Before we start kissing

Before you leave

Hug me till I can't distinguish

The boundaries between your vessel and mine

Till you and I, till yours and mine are ours

Till the start of you and the end of me start to look like the birth of a star

Till I can see with your eyes

And hear from your ears

Till I can taste what you eat

And feel our heartbeats

For we were made in twos

Destined to become one

For we were made with hunger

That takes one to fill one

For I'll let you bite me

Piece by piece

Till I fall

Till I cry

Till I'm an inch away from dying

For hug me while you eat

Hug me while you get drunk on my blood

While I can hear my bones start crushing

Unable to know if it's your hug or your bite that did it

Hug me while I'm alive

And tighter when I die

Hug me while I'm dying

And tighter when maggots start finishing what you left of me

For even if you ate me whole

There will still be so much of my love

So much to feed them

And to feed their children

To feed their hunger till the last star goes dim

Till the rebirth of life in a new whim

Yet my love will carry on

Like it previously did

Looking for your arms

To fill my missing pieces

So hug me while I'm here, when I go, and when I'm back

Hug me like you always did

Hug me so I can stand.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/u5MCTXYn2K

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Swdl9uPn6Y

A heavenly girl, her gaze on me,

A fragment of heaven, a living masterpiece.

I looked into your eyes and knew, at last,

There must be a God, for beauty like that.

No sermon could teach me what your silence declared,

No temple could hold what your spirit has shared.

In you I saw proof the divine still remains,

In the gentlest of smiles, in the simplest of veins.

The heavens may tremble, the stars may fall,

But your presence alone outshines them all.

For faith is no longer a question or plea—

It’s answered in the way you look at me.

If doubt was a mountain, you made it bow low,

If darkness was endless, your light made it glow.

You carry the weight of a truth unspoken,

The seal of the Maker in every motion.

And should I be asked why I still believe,

Why I pray though I’ve nothing to see—

I’ll answer with certainty, steady and true:

I have seen God’s hand,

and His work was you.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Zmj3jwytuK

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Swdl9uPn6Y