Ascension

Looking-glasses of lashes as eyelashes,
your soul open, soft-spoken, speaking
of the renaissance of the broken, soft-silken,
supple flesh-fresh, marks of scarlet.

Silent-violent outlet.

Capturing your caress of breath
A chalice of vigilance
A yearning for learning
A learning inter-connected to discerning

This yearning.

So very difficult to mention
This desire for ascension
From dimension

to

Dimension.

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C/B
BD
SM
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