calor da lua

~ nomisyar

the tingling, stinging frost that rips my skin
belies the blistering heat
flowing from a soul afire.


bathe me in your grace,
as I writhe idolatrous,
drowned in our pleasure:

devouring your succor;
hungering for more.

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I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.

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