Of Flesh

Such utter love
this feel of our completion
echoing through waves of air
to touch infinity in satiation

within a tone of harmony
as the feeling or our energy
reaches, touching now
to blend into a symphony

and angels weep
as silence keeps
this seeming secret to itself
that ecstasy is real
become itself within this feel
of flesh . . .

?Michaelette?

10/22/2000
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