the touch i laid my left hand upon thy breast and my right upon that of mine own and i felt the pulse of life of all of creation as it spoke to it’s self about it’s self for it’s self for our love connected us to something grander than all of time and all of perception i felt the presence of God sitting in his private quietude with a smile of acknowledgement for we finally “got it” the Angels were silenced for there was nothing to praise for we have been raised, elevated to an unknown stature a heaven even they could not enter for we were conjugal the very scent of our connection spawned inebriating dreams for lovers far and wide sleeping and awake Nebulas vied to be in our presence just so they could touch our light found in our very foot steps and our souls paved the way beyond Nirvana that others too may someday soon partake of this elixir this intoxication of thought that made us quixotically smile for we knew that we knew that love was ours to have and we could not let go even if we wanted to we understood the power we wielded and that we could change a world or two, yes we knew the vision of our lips and the taste of tenderness shared made us long for that touch as we now embrace in a land, a realm that needs no Be-ing-ness for we are the Is-ness found deep in the folds of reality whose face men can not look upon unless they are willing to die as have we we laid down our lives and crossed over our consciousness of self only to discover the self we found in each other as i laid my left hand upon thy breast and my right upon that of mine own the touch
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