Flesh of your flesh, let it be a sacrament, I shall take you whole to devour, in place of your spirit, which I so long to reach— let it be your lips that quiver, in syncopation with your heart, let your heart pulse with the longing of your soul. Let us be full and empty with the fast of our bodies on our lips. We shall be a cycle of desire and satiation. And when, we have been torn to pieces we will at last be free to be whole… ♥

Art by Ary Scheffer