And neither do you
Here in this darkened, sacred,
small room
You simply sit here
And so do I
Head in my hands and eyes on your
eyes
Which compass my soul with a
glance and I try
To fall deeper and fly
Into your fiercely amorous gaze
Adoration
Of your white face
Penetration
You in your hidden grace
Contemplation
Pouring salve in the place
Of the wound
I never said anything, and
neither did you
We knew
We knew
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