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before the walls between us turn to dust,
before our souls commune in naked bliss,
before we are consumed by fires of lust,
before we lock these lips in heaven’s kiss,

before we fall to bed, our limbs entwined,
before we stay awake to greet the morn,
before we leave these earthly shells behind,
before we die in love and are reborn,

there’s work to do, my sweet, so steel your heart —
if we go forward there’s no turning back.
we cannot close again an opened door;
we can’t resile from that we choose to start.
before we wished we’d tried another tack,
should we stay safe instead in this ‘before?’

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when next you’re with him,
ask “am i sure this is he,
or has my lover
changed his shape, assumed the form
and the countenance
of the man who shares my bed?
whose hands, these, that set
my skin afire, whose lips bathe
my face in kisses,
who, hard inside me, makes to
rend my soul apart?
have you usurped the throne, thief,
stolen into my
house, as my heart, and assumed
the seat of power?”
“yes,” i will answer, “but say
nothing; this secret is ours.”

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