Synchronous Bloom

​Your body

Is my pilgrimage 

Of worship

 

A place

Where my hands reach to

Offer absolutions

 

I use my silvery tongue

To get you around the bend

And tell you that your flesh 

 

Blesses mine, with a stain

That’s more than just skin deep

 

So I press my heart against yours

Waiting for the two drums

To beat as one

 

I press my mouth against yours

And eat the words 

That died upon your lips

 

My mouth traces

Every inch of your skin and bones

Until my hunger is satiated

 

A sliver of the midnight moon

Bathes us while we

Tangle ourselves deeper into one another

 

Every heavy breath, a sonnet

Every bite, an ode

Every moan, those three tired words

 

The air is heavy

With the scent of old perfume

While our two bodies talk

 

The burden on my hands, absolves

The stars in the sky, dissolves

And the argument our bodies have, resolves

As we bloom synchronously

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