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let sacred delirium flow
(in-between wakefulness and dreaming,
in-between free verse and prose....it flows -
I wouldn't trade it for candy-coated couplets,
nor silky sonnets set in cities of gold,
for my delirium is uninhibited,
unhinged,
freely flowing)
delirious
non-linear shutter-frames
capture us
over there, here
now,
before -
a nuance, a taste on the tip of my tongue
leading me towards need
without a name
nor face.
Prying open other people
to see if you were inside.
Searching for a known desire
with an unknown label,
to find something never actually lost -
to make it more palpable - closer.
Crawling out of my skin,
out of my skull,
slinking through invisible trees,
you appear:
a jungle cat
licking my mind - you always made love to my soul first,
before enticing me
with a liquid growl
off-set by the pitter-patter of paws and purring.
Your purr,
your velvet purr
rumbles for my submission.
Willingly I accept
the invitation of vulnerable humility
bowing towards a fearless trust
lush
with a luminary
borderless meshing,
catching up to right now.
- Right now -
Your black-light curvaceous
muscled trembling
licks my mind, my body,
my hands and mouth glide across your skin,
testing the earth for stability.
The tectonic plates of my belly
quake
resettle within your womb.
Inside-outside,
outside-inside a lotus-soul union,
just as ancients had hinted,
dissolving,
letting you devour me,
before I drink from your salty grail.
Over-stimulation
leads to an un-thinking
deep rhythm,
waves pushing out - in
until the shoreline and tides
become indistinguishable,
a backdrop to a pace
quickening.
Outside-inside of you,
you are outside-inside of me,
there is no longer the need
to fear unknowns,
for the unknown guides us higher,
guides us ever deeper,
until even our release
merges with the flow
of ancient rippling rhythm.
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