Everything brings you,
towards this once instance of frailty
and conceit, amidst the hunger
and the pain.
The frozenness of simony shatters,
in that one significant instance of contact.
In that one mesmerizing second,
when two bodies meet,
are you able to keep your cool?
Can you simply just exist
and breathe and enjoy
the singular beauty,
when everything
you’ve wished for has been
provided?
It’s calling you home,
softly, gently,
like a crimson whisper
on an autumn day.
Come side with me.
Come be mine again.
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From "Buddha's Broken Fingernail," by Daniel Viragh.
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