When we make love to each other,
our spirits go marching through
an alternate history together
arm in arm.
Your body is a sleeve of reddened light
encasing me, keeping me free
from the greys and blues in loneliness
of all the worlds.
And I let my body pray
inside of you, pray dearly,
pray to the laws of your faint
flesh, to be kept by you,
to be visited like this only by you,
to be kissed and satisfied only by you
in this cloakedradiant place which is love.
2 comments:
Oh, you are sad and brilliant.
Dear Milesly Rose--
In reading your comment, my first thought is "that is exactly the sort of thing I want this reader to think of me". How ridiculous.
Thank you.
--Luke.
"The weight of the world is love."
--Allen Ginsberg
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