Friday, March 28, 2014

Fusion

I cry when I 

Touch me

For my hand 

Is not yours


My flesh 

Burns for your touch

Skin 

Flesh

Tongues

Labias

Meet 

In volcanic 

Crescendos 

Leaving nothing

To the imagination

Wailing 

Screeching

Flailing

Ecstasy

In unification 

Of spirit soul flesh 

spiritus sancti

 

 


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