Altar of The One

So consummately One,
All attractions quivering in your breast
I feel them pulsing through mine,
Wild embers hungry to feed
On the dry oceans of wheat
And burn them into stars;
And all desires weeping through my skin
I taste and drink from your flesh,
A sky in the hour before dawn
Invisibly raining full droplets of dew.

These ripe fruits we bring
To the Altar of The One.
Here, we feast and drink
Crushing pulp and seeds
And ecstatically drunk
Carve the poetry of dawn
Into our melding bodies,
One Body now bursting
With the sweet song of
Silence.

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