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 upon 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. ❤️