Beauty

Do you remember
that night you worshiped
me?
Your hands gripped tight against
my flesh, not wanting
to ever be
pried off, you
whispered like the softness of
rose petals
into my ear-
I'm so afraid of
losing you.
That desperate,
choked with longing
kind of love
made me
want to lose myself in
your body, let your blood
become my breath,
your skin my flesh,
everything connected until
you were
me,
I was
you,
we were Us and
beauty was
no longer
an illusion.
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