Lexi King

Love takes on many forms.

The same tonsils that hold frustration, a tight lump in the recess,
hold the scratching resonance of laughter.

A sore throat, proof of a heart on a sleeve.

An eager student of physiology.
The body intricate
parts exposed and parts protected.
Those tucked away often most vital for life.

God hear me.
God hear me.
God hear me.

Is it true, God? You feel deeply, too?