LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

A thousand orgasms away from my conversation,

Where words become fleeting,

And desire dissipates in the wind,

Leaving only bold silences.

There’s a separation so deep,

Between the body that writhes in vain,

And the soul that seeks meaning

In a communion beyond reason.

The words that bloom here

Do not belong to the burning flesh,

But to the echo of something purer,

That transcends any sensation.

Distance is not measured in bodies,

But in the space the spirit traverses,

As voices fade away,

And the true encounter races.

A thousand orgasms away,

My conversation is just a reflection,

Of what vibrates in the soul in silence,

In a divine and complex embrace.

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