I enter you as if a church, sprinkling holy water before I
come, seeking the blessing of a Virgin mother, who is not a virgin.
I enter with eyes closed, feeling your walls close around
me, aware I might not be able to get out again, this blessing, this holy motion
we need to embrace to make it all come real, to relieve the torture we carry
inside us, this time bomb, this volcano, this urge to release.
I enter you, diving into the deep end of a swimming pool
when I am uncertain I can swim, feeling all of you pressed against me with
every thrust, this need to get as deep as possible, over my head.
I enter you and know very well, I might drown
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