Give me your seething brilliance, your burning lips, the ache and pressure of your hips. Tear me down from on high with your force, crush me alive, transform the source… of this and every moment’s seeming, here, together, in the dreaming. Of love I am and shall become, I will not wait, will not succumb, to fear or loss or travesty… your kiss… eternal… majesty.

Apr 7, 2012

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