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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.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Author's Note
When complex past lives are drawn together in honesty, the results can be beautiful.
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