Let Them Make Love

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You want to exist

That is not Holy

You don’t want to exist

That is not Holy

Heaven and Hell

Are a hairs breath apart

Always here

At the same time

Pulsing

In Holy rhythm

Together they are

Holy

The beauty and the tragedy

Pouring into each other

Feeding each other fruits

With their naked hands

Sipping power and delight

From their lips

Aching with erotic wonder

This is the crucible of

Living

These two worlds

In one space

You are the bridge

Where they gather

To love