Friday, October 05, 2007


Your stare pours sunshine into me
as a long-awaited rush
connects our heres and nows.

I want to be blood
to irrigate your cells,
and feed delusional eternities
through fleeting flesh.

Now feel us shuddering in unison --
I'm bound to you by warmth;
within you I'm made whole.

And consciousness hums
so deafeningly;

from pulse
to pulse
it echoes --

red as wake.

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