Friday, March 20, 2009

Consecration

Im going to love; your unloved
parts; kiss you until your skin becomes
mine and youre in the folds of my brain;
until my fingers know every wrinkle
of your working parts, and when I wake
up smelling like you, I'll know that Im
in some sort of pagan heaven, one
where your lips are the gods and the way
they touch me is the communion
I take.

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