wet your lips she said, wet your lips so I won't tear you apart I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue the upper lip, the lower lip her right hand reached into my throat pressed her fingers hard into the tense muscles of my past wars I ventured into the outermost atmosphere as pain flashed seeking forgiveness letting go of all I know to float with you to float with you on this cloud of hurt I listen to every bell you chime every careful colour carressed never insignificant; never unheard I opened my mouth wider and let her in through sharp throes of surrender trembled in my chest cut down into the small of my back I hear the bells of beauty with eyes that no longer see but delineate this is where I am so what is beauty? I wonder, what is beauty? a glimpse of eternity; unwavering unconditional love and the now an infinity of vibrant bells gently stroked the inside of my moist cheek as she released my sore jaws do you trust me? she asked, do you trust me? I trust every shade of your soul, I thought and recalled the stillness of trees as I embraced now, wet your lips she said, wet your lips for the next round of discomfort
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