| the golden lights that danced inside her eyelids as she drifted, sleepless from exhaustion, were his, now hers. she watched them long enough to see a new day blossom living poetry that sang his heart into her soulskin. vibrant day shone with colour, reminding her that life was not supposed to be a bed of nails, a coat of camel hair, or chain-mail woven from ferocious pain. golden lights inside her eyelids danced on and on and on, there was no �off�, there was no artificial godfire that could copy this: in a single perfect tear, she connected with his riverflow, it traced the curve of her soul. the beloved�s touch both sought and soothed each naked part of her that begged release, surrender to his song, his heart, his breath, his love, now hers. in a timeless climax she released a single perfect sigh, and connected to the breath that took him deep inside her, now his. |
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| art: daniel holeman |