beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Passing

i find the sacred

In the ordinary

Take pleasure in

The little things

To seek the loss of ego

In the warm cradle of your flesh

i move through the world

With little judgement

In fervent, persistent pursuit

Of sweet glories

Take my soul in yours

I can change a lightbulb

Or a plug

And still draw sweetness

From your darkest days

If tomorrow I fade

Let my passing be whispered

On the breeze

That I say your name

Over and over

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