In static silence, she offers me her drink; a drop upon my tongue, I let it linger before I swallow. Her finger, held before my eyes; dipped in wine; and blood, She centers on the stage of my perception; her beautiful and intoxicating form, like none other And when she pours her words upon my dress; and offers up the bread which we had blessed; I curse the gods by taking her into me, breath after lovely breath; we bind our love.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Jul 2013 00:32:54 +0000
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