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angels ~ 2000-11-06 - 20:52:44 he calls us his angels and the luminous radiance within us both burns with such white heat that we melt into his sides lacing kisses across his collarbones we are young skin we are healing hands we are uncomplicated desires she and I touch eye to eye speaking the language of fingertips gripping fingertips palms sliding over backs we have stories to tell of questions unasked and unanswered, sins of omission of tears shed in alleyways and on park benches of the complexities of which our tender hearts are capable shouted up to a patch of night sky somewhere between taurus and orion (the pleaides looking on with faint sisterly concern) but this is a stolen stretch of time and we three are neither here nor there but in a moment which is about prostration before beauty the making of offerings: this is what I have to give we drink each other's desire as if we are thirsty we fuck as if we are hungry and when we've finally loosed our passions to fly wild round the room tangling in our hair and waking the neighbors we dissolve into giggles we murmur dreamy words of love we curl kittenlike into satiated sleep he calls us his angels this is what we have we make it enough
(((rings))) |