The day is dying...
We meet each other.
I have missed your presence,
Since last we parted.


And we embrace...

So familiar...

We are one...
An extention of the other.


The curves of your hard body,

I know them.

I caress your smooth neck...
I wish to hear your voice;
Hear you sing out that which is inside of you;
Inside of me;
Us...


And Oh! What voice!
What song!
I lose my feeble hold of this world;
Reality only in label.

I depart.

Borne by the depth;

Melody;

Soul;
Of your serenade,
To another world;

Your world;

Mine;

Ours.


My body is a corpse:
Physically present,
Though my spirit is gone.
Gone

To you;

With you;

In you,
Portal of Me,
The one through whom I speak;
My expression,

Morgan.

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