01...Heavens

Lips that glisten moist and tender,
hills and valleys of torrid rivers.

My fingers run these corridors,
contours of delicate peaks that quiver.

Between a heaven with stars
and an enchanted forest without.

Terrestrial beings claiming a territory
twirling and whirling the stars about.

Wrapped up in fragrances and beating hearts,
quivering peaks under the shimmering stars.

Immersed in the flavor, the taste of you.
Moans and cries set these heavens apart.

I cast a silhouette onto this ground
and consecrate it as an altar.

So we may bear witness to the night
this heaven is not in the stars.



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