Wordle #249

249

My eggs yearn to be joined with you,
the tapestry of my skin woven
with your boundless fire.

Peel away your light,
your, grace, your dignity
tear my shadows like silk.

Let the moments run
each into the other,
into the cells and chasms
of any and always.

Let me drink from your heart
as a communion,
let me know and let me break
all the walls inside of you.

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