Lovers. . . . when you raise yourselves and press
your mouths together--drink upon drink:
strange how each of you drinks your way past the other.

But whenever we mean one thing, wholeheartedly,
another is right there, tugging on our feelings. Strife
is our closest companion. Don't lovers
constantly tread over each other's boundaries,
after mumbled vows about space, sustenance, and home?

Isn't it time to free ourselves, with love,
--from the one we love, and,
trembling, endure . . . ?
For to stay is to be nowhere at all.

Rainer Maria Rilke - from Duino Elegies

I miss waking up

Sweaty skin bonded to one another in a shared realization

Two people, as individuals, become one... for the simple purpose of fulfillment

Negation of the soul's emptiness, in the depths of solitude, nobody is meant to be alone

And I miss waking up... with my back, moist... morning dew, against skin at dawn

Of making love; when flesh does become one, souls intertwined

Literally inside, inside, inside 

Thrusting, breathing, feeling... the... heartbeat

Pulsing, thumping, grasping, moaning - a simple staggered breath

Into your own

Reminding you the value of life

The importance of love

An embrace


Better than drugs

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