if i asked you to promise me of all things....
new hymns and spirituals singin not
of heaven to come at the end of days
but of heaven
right here
right now
between these silken sheets
between your open thighs
where the sighs
falling from your lips
are both melody and chorus
for the music we make together
as i orchestrate your desire
to blend
meld
melt
into nolonger
just me or you
but the entity
the new creation
that was born
when our flesh
became 1....
06.28.2005
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