face me and trace me.
my blood, both red and white.
night for night in a light we share.
I am inside you.
and yet, part of you is inside of me,
purifying me and defiling me.
driving me to heroic efforts
to make you understand
just how beautiful you are.
and how much I need to leave a part of me
as fluid offering to the goddess you are.
a religion of passion and intimacy.
beyond words.
beyond worlds
we kept to ourselves
for too long.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
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