are you near full
from bone to wool
climb up or crawl
wall after wall
with the hot truth
that floor and roof
melts age and youth
hoof, nail and tooth:
the blood red seed
of love’s long deed:
the art of need
the heart to breed
from form to dust
and back if must,
in core, in crust
giving and Just:
from the drenched plain
to suns that rain:
hope within pain
goes love’s refrain,
whence heated kiss
printed in bliss,
fore the abyss
or sung like this,
will call on you,
vein and sinew,
to burn up True
as warm as two.
Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you ❤️
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