moment most rare

we merge ...

I, rooted in your core
pushing up as you press down -
never deep enough …
supine, you on knees above
I reach up -
weave my fingers thru silken strands
and gently guide your head
down toward me …

( moondrops in your eyes … sighs )

sweet tresses fall between us as
our mouths melt together -
tongues playing their own game
soft like bubblegum …
I swim up the river to your soul
to that place indescribable
warm and dark …

( maelstrom of desire … afire )

we are so melded that
I almost feel alone ...
lonely, but in the sense of being US
and one …
I could let go my spirit there ...
without fear or regret or contemplation
I could stay forever on those
shores, in joy -
lost in our union and that
ethereal embrace …

( selves spun a-bliss … whispers )

but …
it is far too precious for those ends -
too exquisite and rare
all for the sake of how momentary
and blessed for the sake
of how perfect …
how passionately and
imperfectly ...

perfect.




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analogylovemetaphorpassionsensualfree verse

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