One
by
Rebecca Anne Varley
Intensity pools and drips
delicately
across the slope of your brow-
pouring past our
eyes-engaged in
Soular embrace.
We're wrapped blissfully in each
other and quivering with intention,
our bodies swaying to
glorious rhythms
while time's clever ploy is posponed and
endlessness
surrounds-
dancing in spirals to our body's
pulsations
and I know
this is IT.
So commonly
spoken, yet rarely
revered,
Love
gasps from our lips, tenderly
clutching us each
into ego-exploding ecstasy as
we are
one.
by
Rebecca Anne Varley
Intensity pools and drips
delicately
across the slope of your brow-
pouring past our
eyes-engaged in
Soular embrace.
We're wrapped blissfully in each
other and quivering with intention,
our bodies swaying to
glorious rhythms
while time's clever ploy is posponed and
endlessness
surrounds-
dancing in spirals to our body's
pulsations
and I know
this is IT.
So commonly
spoken, yet rarely
revered,
Love
gasps from our lips, tenderly
clutching us each
into ego-exploding ecstasy as
we are
one.
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