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Hold me close until your heartbeat
Is all I feel within me.
Let our oneness clear the empty
Buzzing, Blaring of the daily.
Close the door and let us plainly
Speak the tongue of Love insanely;
Let the song of Love we’ve played be
What guides us through the “Maybe.”
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In binding the limbs
And surrendering the will,
There’s trust, love, freedom.
The warm bodies helped.
It felt good, safe, but did harm.
We were all worth more.
When the mind quiets,
And the body gives and stills,
There is peace, wholeness.
When bodies and souls
Collide and meld in bare truth,
It is true magic.
How can love be wrong or bad?
I find even the notion sad.
The parental brutality
In damning sexuality
Is altogether sick to me.
That’s not how you treat family.
Love does no wrong to other people
Love is not owned by state or steeple
If no harm is being done,
And if a person’s found “the one,”
Do we have to go erupt
Just ’cause their parts don’t quite “match up?”
Do you think that sex should be
Seen as it was First Century,
Even though it’s likely true
You think this way ’cause it ain’t you?
Until all love is celebrated,
The healing much anticipated
Will keep on stalling at the door
‘Til we’re not judging anymore.