Your Hug
I wanna hold you forever being held myself in your embrace, your warm embrace. The sizzle-tickle-touch of your skin so familiar as my own skin with muscles tense pulling me closer pulling you closer. Even as I am one I float above and see the two lovers wrapped in a bigger love, divine expression human form. Suddenly I know what it means to be a rock heavy, steady, existing in God’s time broken, polished smooth by wind and water until at last I am dust. We are one insomuch as the day and night touching beautifully at the beginning and end, are not one, not two either.
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