(a re-post since we now have the the poetry forum...)

Come to me.

You are my Polaris, my beacon. The unwavering astral light that guides me. You are my sole love, you are the soul of my love. The distance between us threatens to obscure my touch, my sight, my passion. It reaches out its’ tentacles, covering my eyes, constricting my body, trying to pull us apart. I thrash, wrenching free of the suffocating hold that dominated me: there is no chasm wide enough, no distance strong enough, that has the power to shroud me.

Or you.

Only you can soothe the agony of isolation that chokes me when we are scattered. Here, I offer myself to you in unconcealed supplication. Shed your evanescent matter and come to me. Extend your soul in ethereal caress and enfold me. You are the sacrificial stone upon which I seek redemption. You are my altar. You are my own beyond. Bring us close and mend the wreckage for I am damaged by our separation.

Severed of you, I am wandering and craven. Bind us and I am subjugated beneath your will, exposed and unguarded. I am helpless to resist you, unwilling to. There can be no boundaries between us. No telling where one begins or ends. Our unity is all that will sustain me. Pervade my innermost hollows and replenish them with your strength. Fill my flesh, my heart, my marrow, where I lie in fractured elements. They lie waiting for the fulfillment only you can grant. I am rendered a slave, bound and compelled to submit, to accept, to bask in your benevolence. I offer myself up to you not only in obeisance but also in rapture.

And wait upon your surrender.

I have surrendered to you, to the need I have for you. I have greedily taken all that I lack. I am ready for the moment you are as unbridled, as helpless, as needy, as I. Consume my soul to replenish the voids inside yours. I am the sustenance for your starving spirit. Taste, take, draw, drink, all that you need from me. Know that I give it to you willingly, with delight.

The moment has come. We have shared more than flesh, more than intangible coupling. We are not as we were; we are more than a sum. Survival alone now would be a barren existence without our eternal bond.

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Trees give peace to the souls of men * Nora Waln

The forest would be very quiet if no other birds sang than those who sing the best * Henry van Dyke

some fairly sordid tales, rambles, and anecdotes
Hypothetically Speaking * Something More * Cammy Interrupted * An Experimental Vacation * Masked * so..damn..hot * Thank You * My toy, his idea * no.19 Maple Lane * I Have A Surprise For You * Yesterday * In a Quiet Kitchen * help me decide * untitled prose * more untitled prose