motion to love

it’s hard to watch your desperation submission to struggling breath

through these ruthlessly beautiful rasps, breath calms

pleasure impossible until virtues of your morning stare

a peaceful ordeal you’re pulling through the moonlit shoreline

no breath will do take it in

unbelievable depth of submission

I fall back into wrathful love

motion all over churning; i don’t cling

not freak under weight finally allowed

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