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Creation's Outpouring
The desires bound within my chest
found their crisp edges in your eyes,
windows that glisten with light from the sky.
My body beats against its edges, frustrated by
human limits. If I were spirit, I could
enshroud all that is you in light, but I am
flesh and seek you in this shared darkness.
Thermal waters boil within me.
Heated by the magma of creation,
my lusts search frantic for release.
My aching tip finds perfection in
your presence as you move with the
grace of a young deer approaching a
steamy fumarole with innocent curiosity.
If what these waters sought
were holy, could my expanding canal
stand with any greater reverence?
You fold your hands around me in a prayer of
gratitude touching your tongue to
the clear, salty drop of steam
at the edge of creation’s outpouring.
found their crisp edges in your eyes,
windows that glisten with light from the sky.
My body beats against its edges, frustrated by
human limits. If I were spirit, I could
enshroud all that is you in light, but I am
flesh and seek you in this shared darkness.
Thermal waters boil within me.
Heated by the magma of creation,
my lusts search frantic for release.
My aching tip finds perfection in
your presence as you move with the
grace of a young deer approaching a
steamy fumarole with innocent curiosity.
If what these waters sought
were holy, could my expanding canal
stand with any greater reverence?
You fold your hands around me in a prayer of
gratitude touching your tongue to
the clear, salty drop of steam
at the edge of creation’s outpouring.
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