Worshipper
We endured each other,
Fostered desire,
You're perched higher than a throne,
I'm reaching to adore you,
Say I was wrongly ignited,
Say, you're my pedestal,
higher peaks than mountains, beyond ordinary man for stars,
In needs of the arterial trombones,
and this heart shakings events,
The high altitudes of air, in breachings into the divides,
the lowly descents to the burial mound
It's the heart's afters gratifications,
After the quakings of the earths,
And the formal dissociations from brinks of collisions,
the body of goddess love,
and lowly man on earth,
and everything's tantamount to these incursions for this precious fruit,
Beautifully articulated and nice reading. Thanks for sharing
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this precious fruit...the inner silence of bliss