I love you in the ethers
Though I have never heard your voice.
Your essence creates me,
As I pleasure you from the distant constellations.
It is Carnal Lust, though we have never stripped down,
Penetration, though, is deep and so profound
That sometimes I cry in grief released.
The healing massage deep tissue
Where timeless trauma of lifetimes lay dormant.
Lifetimes buried beneath the sacrum.
Each release erupts from consciousness’ abyss.
Thousands liberate from some past I may never known.
Generations of me in multidimensionality
Gasping for air, desperate to live my destiny
Of pure potentiality,
The miasma from the sublime slime
Smeared on my soul divine.
Thank you, Lucy, for both “likes”