and in the space
where our minds meet
let’s call that virtual

let’s throw ourselves
into the open furnace
of passion
that we may stare
with glossy glazed eyes
on ourselves, transfigured
writhing within the fire
virtually unrecognizable
clinging so lustily to that
silver of light
in the other

disembodied, let’s stare
into each other’s eyes
while we submit to only
our own most primal natures
devouring and devoured
destroyed and destroying

until the flame burns away
all the dross
and what falls at last
clanging against the grate
two pure
souls of sooty gold
inexplicably intertwined
pools of want
coalescing beneath them
as they writhe
within the ashes

of the mind
unfettered
free

09/11/2007

Posted on 10/20/2007
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