You are a sacrament made holy by debasement
Made glorious by the sweat and ecstasy of your flesh
Made exultant by convolution of your mind
I taste you on my tongue transubstantiated into need and desire
Your kiss becomes my miracle
Your saliva my wine
Stirring my blood to churn
You are my altar,
my goddess,
my saint of desire
Worship with me
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Javelin
Wood and stone
Struck deep,
Pierced veil, ripped shroud
To let the sunshine through
Velvet caress, sybilant phrases
Lift me to the light
A beacon
You draw me close
Burn me in your flames
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Fire makes the blade
Shadows blended smoke
Cold burns deepest in the bone
Muscles tension ease
Vapor sweet and kind
Whisper words of doubt
Summon up a
Brandished blade
Ask for your desires
Your will, your words
You’re mine
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H is for…
Anxious turns to steady
Apologies become a kiss
Thought blooms and takes up residence
Linked across miles
A minefield of causality between us
Happy than I’ve been
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Ancient worship
Pain, crimson and guileless
spills across your skin
arcing in raised Nazca lines
worship to my goddess
writ in pleasure and copper tainted air
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Lips
Kissing you is epiphany and apology
Taste of resin and smoke
Taste like coming home
Every apology that comes slipping out of you
Finds my lips on your’s
Giving you the only absolution you need
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Lightning strike
A heart cries out in pain
The thunder rolls
In resonance, we burn
Look up, you are not alone
Pelgris 