Perhaps totality is over-rated; the completeness of you-ness and me-ness. Souls may touch, but they can never merge. But if they did, there would be no you-ness or me-ness. And then what would we have to love?
doubt
Tag: Poetry
black seed
This piece was originally written for a Creative Writing class at NYU. you take refuge in my abundance let me mark you with my blood douse you and make you my own together we are in the terror of beauty our oneness incomplete with yearning once twice three times we rock softness pierced with pain with soft growling against the drum of my ear i wonder… Continue reading black seed
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