Sister-love, I cannot say how it should
move alone, though all else with it imparts
upon two.
These two beings from the same growth,
molding each other lovingly so that
they might see more clearly
themselves.
Earth-love, for what else should I love but you.
The one, being so generous in all causation
and particulates,
becomes mother and executioner to all at once,
unending.
Friend-love, laughing joyous rapture.
You cannot know me for all my secrets,
but why should it matter? I do not learn
your own.
The only rubric enough for this profession,
is silence without companionship.
Food-love, oh you speak pleasantries to my body.
Such a tactile energy, emmersive motions!
life
recycled and recycled and recycled, as it was
once for you as well, ever infolding in on itself
in perfect ingestion.
Our movements have fed each-other, in such a
base and satisfying way!
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Sister-love, I cannot say how it should
move alone, though all else with it imparts
upon two.
These two beings from the same growth,
molding each other lovingly so that
they might see more clearly
themselves.
Earth-love, for what else should I love but you.
The one, being so generous in all causation
and particulates,
becomes mother and executioner to all at once,
unending.
Friend-love, laughing joyous rapture.
You cannot know me for all my secrets,
but why should it matter? I do not learn
your own.
The only rubric enough for this profession,
is silence without companionship.
Food-love, oh you speak pleasantries to my body.
Such a tactile energy, emmersive motions!
life
recycled and recycled and recycled, as it was
once for you as well, ever infolding in on itself
in perfect ingestion.
Our movements have fed each-other, in such a
base and satisfying way!
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