I drafted a thousand instructions
To not run
Into your arms,
Ignoring
The dermal movement
Around my lips.
You taught me
What a lemniscate was,
When eternity
After eternity,
In a fleeting instant,
My tongue wandered
Through your
Unknown labyrinths
While your harps echoed
In an apotheotic spiral
A repertoire of moans.
I learned too late
That you had placed
Beneath my tongue
An auspicious clover
Of pleasure.
Stubbornly I immersed myself
In the battle
To resist returning
A prisoner to your destiny,
Not knowing that the path
I longed to follow
Was leading me unknowingly
To the point of no return
Where your nest resides.
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