Venturing back to the first man and woman whom came from his rib
I want to seep deeply into your pores/
like hot oil...intoxicate your soul/
relax you after a day of arduous toil/
go back to that place where I received my form/
reborn/
next to your heart/
I am/
bone of your bone/
let me drink nectar from the fruit of your inclinations/
go inside you like a black swan…become saturated/
indulge my essence in the darkness of your flesh/
fall asleep there…enmeshed in the sinews of your affections/
your reflection/
swimming in a pool of limpid inflections/
the melodic beauty and reverberation of your voice/
that rejoices in the wind/
and antiquities illuminations/
predestination/
of an eternal love/
brightly shining like the Sun/
as we, once again/
become/
one
In spite of the improbable story of a woman coming from a man's rib, there is something magical about the difference between a man and a woman, that you write so well. Lines like, "let me drink nectar from the fruit of your inclinations, "our brilliant and sensual. Your man must be very lucky to have a woman who can express herself in such beautiful ways.
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Ron
improbable story. Well done.