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his voice in the dark
something holy, holding
me to him, my coliseum
(did you see them,
the pillars steady like hands
beneath me, wreathed
with laurels?)
well
i didn't see it, baby, but
i felt it:
his heartbeat the drum
for the phalanx, the failing
of words as he moves over me
in parallax, in pax romana,
the exorcism of the holy ghost
within us, will us
from our knees --
well
i didn't see it, baby, but
i felt it:
the rise and fall of his chest
like empires
something holy, holding
me to him, my coliseum
(did you see them,
the pillars steady like hands
beneath me, wreathed
with laurels?)
well
i didn't see it, baby, but
i felt it:
his heartbeat the drum
for the phalanx, the failing
of words as he moves over me
in parallax, in pax romana,
the exorcism of the holy ghost
within us, will us
from our knees --
well
i didn't see it, baby, but
i felt it:
the rise and fall of his chest
like empires
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passionate. well done 