beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Limits into warm ocean

Where the limits

Thwart our

Desire to go deeper

Unable to get close

Enough when we are

Already

Wrapped

Buried

Subsumed

And as we look

Into one another

Seeing the spark

Of divinity

Awash with it

And anxious with

The need to remain

Locked and trembling

On the edge of

An ecstasy which

Almost frightens us,

And desperate to

Slip these bodies

We use with abandon,

To go into the warm

Ocean of oblivion,

And find one another

In a dissolution of

Being so acute

You smell me

On your skin

For days afterwards

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