Ichor

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I could tell you an intricate story,
but we awaken in the raw knowing,
a gradient shift in shared history,
time coalesced into endless rivers flowing.

To be changed with a single touch,
blood tide replaced with sweet ichor,
ambrosia heating in the rush,
tender fires flaring at your core.

This is how the earth shakes,
a ruthless hunger to know divinity,
to know the meaning of our aches
and trembles as we taste infinity.

I could tell you an intricate story,
detail your warm breath winnowing
across your waiting quarry,
but we become more in the knowing.

To be forever changed with a release,
a throbbing surge of sweet ichor,
time folding into a seamless crease,
ambrosia bursting to write its lore.

This is how worlds shake together,
travel time’s insatiate ebb and flow,
a beautiful and permanent tether
where you are the infinity to know.

And we’ll cling tightly to this story,
about how we merge into a single being,
history folded into blissful symmetry,
where one touch forever changes everything.

Published 9 years ago

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