Babalon

Your softless face A warm embrace Overflows from a cup Gripped tightly with two hands Waves of hair flow down Slender shapes undulate In oceans Eyes of depth Peering into my darkness Exhale and now I'm yours You tear me All the way down But it's not over And over again A million tiny slivers Of possibilities Leak out and repeat The current It grips me It takes my soul All the way down Take mine On the way down