Stale I become, in
Every stillness of HIM!
Every touch unknown
Reprimand the demand
Of HIS forthcoming
The unfolding in pleasure
Gets folded again,
In pursuit of HIS image.
Vanishes nowhere but in me
Wanton I play to myself
The real me escapes the dungeon,
Maddened lastly, I repose
My head to the hollow pillow
The vision stretched, not
To the age but to eternity
The uniqueness percolates
In that ONE DIVINITY!
Every stillness of HIM!
Every touch unknown
Reprimand the demand
Of HIS forthcoming
The unfolding in pleasure
Gets folded again,
In pursuit of HIS image.
Vanishes nowhere but in me
Wanton I play to myself
The real me escapes the dungeon,
Maddened lastly, I repose
My head to the hollow pillow
The vision stretched, not
To the age but to eternity
The uniqueness percolates
In that ONE DIVINITY!
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