Your kiss is a curse of unrelenting mystery
Those lips are supernatural
Your hands are weapons of the divine
Those fingertips, surreal
When we meet in our realm of the gods
The atmosphere shatters between us
I am frozen and liquefied
I am still and kinetic
Together we are creation
Energy, vibrant and tangible, moves from you
I reach out to taste it
There is a remedy that drips from your soul
I am thirsty for it
I lap it up
If you leave me alone on this earthly plane
I will desiccate
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