My Epic
Communion
Lovers' eyes are meant to gazeConvey the weight of a poet's praiseAnd hands designed to holdTo say what lips cannotLovers live for embraceTheir forms enjoined as their pulses raceTheir forms are steady and sureAnd this act, their bond restoresAnd it's love without remorseI'm told that you hold all thingsAnd without you that I'd cease to beOh my lover I feel alone, and though I know these are primitive needsI still need you here to hold meA cup, a candle and this breadA table for remembranceThe quiet awe of penitenceThe still refrain of broken menIn this moment weakness speaksI feel the weight of my beingAnd for the moment you releaseThe particles in everything
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