beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

When It Occurs

Wash my feet

In acts of loving

Attention

Allow me a space

To stop doing

And start being

Nothing deters me

From my purpose

Not even mortal shadow

But you

Come close

And oh how

When it occurs to do so

Do you offer up fuel

For the fire of it

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