The More She Opened
the more she opened
the deeper I went
until widening
and entering
became
a transcendent
event
form into
formless
empty of intent
simply there
for it’s own pleasure
a celebration
of time
eternally spent
past and future
suspended
in divine
consent
we thought
we were making
love
while love
was making us
rebirthing
the original
memory
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
we die each time
we surrender
into the womb
of primal
trust
I am the friend
of your body
mind
and heart
come to your
stage
to play the
lover’s role
in the
“Tale of
Two of Us”
choreographed by
destiny
an endless engagement
playing at
the “Theater
of Our Souls.”
(Broadway and 777th St)
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