Love, that I should
be in you,
pulsing in your blood.
To live in you, in your veins,
to see through
gold flecks, burning in
the tiger crystals of
your eyes.
My skin to be your skin,
my breast against
your heart,
blood's burst of crimson fire.
Shaft of light,
sudden blaze of roses,
darkly smoulders
our embrace.
I’ll die a thousand times,
to be as one
with you.
Our senses fly on wings
until blinded passion,
burning, falls.
There are no words,
no names, for this.
We can not speak it,
but we know, we know.
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