Our Little Vortex of Eternity

In this womb of happiness
enveloping us like a sun,
a cocoon weaved of flames,
past and future let us forget,
revel in each other’s arms,
holding nothing sacred
but this – our breath, our touch,
the wine we imbibe from
each other’s burning lips,
this We which has lifted us
above a world of dust,
to the throne of the gods…

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