Ecstatic Unity

It rolls and falls off my lips,
my being’s essence condensed
in a honeyed drop of poetry,
and your tongue, extended,
receives it eagerly,
as then from behind
the crystal surface of your eyes
a thousand flame-tongues
flick and turn
eyeing me fervently,
your body
a fiery-serpent’s swaying motion
maddened as it hisses and moves
over me, held and guided into me,
bared fangs churning
with poetry’s honeyed venom
ardent for the bite, spill, and suckle
of blood and milk and honey and wine
spinning us in a divine dance
of fainted bodies soldered in ecstatic unity.

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