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Her kiss,
like the longing of the moon for the night,
calls me.
With a gentle alignment,
what passes between us is more than Love,
it is being.
Reassured with the brush of her delicate touch.
Breathing in her essence,
breathing out union, connection, oneness.
How I dream to press my lips to hers.
To envelope a passing of Intimacy,
sweeter than any taste to my mouth.
Stopping time, my breath comes shallow,
wanting to capture and release this moment
back to its’ higher origin.
Absorbing all the space that has been spent in separation,
exchanging it for knowledge
of self
and relationship.
Jamar |
