Longing Longing, when the eyelids open upon the deepest stimulus held by your lips and the amorous kiss becomes my orbit. I ache and long to have you with me so close our skin would melt together like two candle wicks sharing wax. I only know that what is of soul is of longing and ache. It delivers me to the edge, the precipice where I look down and see myself inextinguishable, longing to be consumed by you. And in that glittering place let me stretch with your heart at full speed, blind and intent. Let me dwell in you until I am so familiar with our union that it becomes part of my eyes. With memory full, we can walk home, hand-in-hand, in the permanence of longing. So much a part of the other that the "other does not exist.
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