all that chokes away sight
all that clenches in the throat
all that banishes touch
to distant reaches of the aether
that which flattens the curves
that which shouts down the symphony
that which incarcerates the scent
within tightly sealed falsehood
her grace permeated these
her glow raced up my spine
her essence quenched the empty
warm and soft as her skin
and my confusion abated
and i knew nothing but this
and i was dreaming while lucid
for her hair is the cosmos
we live in wind and in stars
we wash ashore as the tides
we are one with the fabric
she is i am and we are
























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