It is immortal not immoral this what we ream of at night,
the hints of what is always possible. spread wide, an invitation to otherwise
unimaginable joy
that touch, that
taste, and then the deep dive into the soft darkness, the pang we feel and then
relieve with a shudder, and then revel as immortal, a moment as humanly
possible to feel, to feel as close as it can be physically possible, to know
you from the inside out to feel you wrapped around me, clutching me as I clutch
you, waiting for that instant when it all comes undone inside and out, immortal
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