motion to love

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

through these ruthlessly beautiful rasps, breath calms

pleasure impossible until virtue of your morning stare

a peaceful ordeal you’re pulling through the moonlit shoreline

no breath will do to take it in

unbelievable depth of submission

I fall back into wrathful love

motion all over churning – I don’t cling

nor freak under weight

finally allowed

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