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A Sacred Union
Our eyes betray us,
wet and fearful; yours brown, mine blue.
We quiet our souls now in tangled flesh,
not fearing the past.
Who was master subduing? Who was in subjugation?
We cannot know.
The white root of my ancestry enters
the warming of your precious black present.
Do we mirror past violations tonight?
Is our union the heir of horrors or blessings?
We cannot know.
Does an unknown cloud of witnesses gaze upon our nakedness?
Have those eyes known the breasts and firm roots of our past?
Do they long for our union or a decoupling of these sacred parts?
We cannot know.
We only know passionate desires meshing
and drawing us onward.
You rise over me as we press into joyful consecration this day.
In unity, we set apart our flesh for this special purpose
and in this union, we are beautiful.
This we can know.
wet and fearful; yours brown, mine blue.
We quiet our souls now in tangled flesh,
not fearing the past.
Who was master subduing? Who was in subjugation?
We cannot know.
The white root of my ancestry enters
the warming of your precious black present.
Do we mirror past violations tonight?
Is our union the heir of horrors or blessings?
We cannot know.
Does an unknown cloud of witnesses gaze upon our nakedness?
Have those eyes known the breasts and firm roots of our past?
Do they long for our union or a decoupling of these sacred parts?
We cannot know.
We only know passionate desires meshing
and drawing us onward.
You rise over me as we press into joyful consecration this day.
In unity, we set apart our flesh for this special purpose
and in this union, we are beautiful.
This we can know.
Published 1st Mar 2021
Author's Note
When complex past lives are drawn together in honesty, the results can be beautiful.
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1st Mar 2021 3:01am
The union of two people in sexual congress is very hot indeed. Keep on writing.
Continuing the interracial love theme from your previous poem. Love the lines, hinting at circumstances in which races in the past sexually mixed:
We quiet our souls now in tangled flesh,
not fearing the past.
Who was master subduing? Who was in subjugation?
We cannot know.
The white root of my ancestry enters
the warming of your precious black present.
Do we mirror past violations tonight?
Is our union the heir of horrors or blessings?
We cannot know.
We quiet our souls now in tangled flesh,
not fearing the past.
Who was master subduing? Who was in subjugation?
We cannot know.
The white root of my ancestry enters
the warming of your precious black present.
Do we mirror past violations tonight?
Is our union the heir of horrors or blessings?
We cannot know.
1st Mar 2021 1:48pm
Thanks for noticing that. Something about the conflicts seemed to add to the eroticism.
2nd Mar 2021 5:56am
Some time ago there was a book (forget who its publisher was) on sale, exploring the mixed liaisons and marriages that went on in the British Empire, titled Ruling Passions. Might find that interesting read.
