Tuesday, September 25, 2018

where the flesh abides

This is way of the love of long partings. This is the place where the flesh abides. The brooding heat, the clinging ardor.Your scent in the air like the press of a kiss. A rush of blood, a sudden palpitation. This onslaught of wishes, a ring around the moon.

The street outside is fraught with its intrusions, the pitch of traffic, the ruckus of dogs. Every last salvo insists upon the room around. Present company and equity sweat. The love letter tethers of hearts and parts. The hard contrast between world and want.

The world is full of fitful attachments. The hush of the forest and the tilt of your head. The crush of blood rush appetites. Goodnight lines and the weight of your ritual bones. These shameless imaginings and the unreasonable demands of the flesh. This furtive worship, this lingering night.

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