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Something Ancient


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Something Ancient

Something ancient is happening.
Of this I am aware.

This unannounced, unexpected, entirely welcomed arrival of rest and rapture has enveloped me.

Quietly the shapes merge into place in perfect balance.

The bones give rest to the flesh.
The flesh keeps watch over the bones.
The skin softens the connections, and yields to imagination of what lies beneath.

A rhythm so perfect it does not exist.

In your breath I feel my hunger.
Your lips the fulcrum of a thousand senses.
Your hands seem to have always known they would find me.

Passages in my heart long sealed open.
Scars soften, some how becoming irrelevant and begin to fade.

The grips of expectation, and the restraints of reason, have no place here. Steady tides of levity and laughter have washed them away.

What is behind me and what lies ahead of me is of little consequence.
Here is where my heart is, and rests, in yours.


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