Being free from fear turns flesh to fire.
Willing, whirling, crashing then obliterated,
drifting into doomed and dying longing.
Guessing, groaning, burrowing in your grace.
Screams sighing into swift, solitary silence.
Together, apart, filled with aching awe.
Desperate, lost in devilish delight.
Immutable, intertwining, injured again.
Maddening moans, magic in a moment -
one, two, millions, a lifetime.