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Wednesday 12 October 2011

The communion…

The communion…
I tasted heaven on the evening of Good Friday
Never have I tasted nectar so pure
Like fire; burning a course
From the root of the hair;
Snaking down the spine
To scorch the toe

O maiden,
Your kiss is a raging inferno;
Purging my being;
Renewing in its essence
Making the heart race and stop beating: simultaneously
Of course,
You are the communion I never tasted
You are the last person I ever wanted to kiss again
And the only person I ever wanted to kiss again

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