xxx. ii.

only the Universe
rearranging itself—
ideas flowing like stars,
a celestial virus
spreading compassion.

dialogues on kindness,
holy repetitions,
twin flames spoken
from throat to throat,
lighting the sacred core.

let words awaken
our hidden fire—
transmute kindling to bread,
to action,
to the divine touch.

I am the chalice,
the pen, the pulse,
transcribing Love
into the soft warmth
of your open hands.

ignite my body, my soul—
with savage honesty,
with smoke and pomegranate,
until soot dissolves
and we become One.

/lex

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