We begin as a seed no bigger than a grain of sand and blossom into beings. The world hurts us, but we grow strong under God's infinite light. The luminous moon makes our skin shine brighter than the center of a candle's flame. Burning. When I look at your rough edged face, I see Perfection in progress. A creation, creature of Love. I taste Your skin; not tart but sweet as Mother's milk. Our bodies, stem-end and blossom-end, keep telling our souls that beauty comes from consummation. He consummated his Love during our creation. My dear, when we stand with naked bodies pressed together, We are Eve and Adam beneath the Tree of Life. And God keeps vigilant watch over His needful children. He makes his beard our bed and his moustache is our comforter, covering and protecting us. Why should our parents warn us about the temptation of the flesh? They must realize as we do, from this day on, we are His created, His loved, His lovers. We are flesh of His flesh, Consummated.
Reason for writing:
This was a class exercise that I enjoyed and thought others
might like to read.
Birth sign: Cancer
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