Sing for you, I
the skin electric
resonant humming and
demanding cry
raw and hot this voice of my need
fragrant and slick with the sound
Die for you, I
that sweet small death
but resurrected by
my joyous soul
which returns to me rich and saturated
steeped in the beauty of yours
Fly with you, I
the spirit untethered
dance ancient our flesh
yet older still
our unbidden escape from the when
into the omnilumescence of now
Know of you, I
such precious gifts
each cherished memory
restores the time
spent wise and giddy in you
and with you and for you and I
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