Within
our previous lives, beloved,
I
grab the sketches of your divinity
and your body and soul, your warm breath
like
performers going on cold
outlining an eternal rehearsal
trespassing the boundaries of
love.
Here
I am, whispering your hallowed name
while I live in this goblet of your
essence
of this groundwork in your
nature.
Live
me, love me.
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