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Like what I imagine it must feel like
to work your whole life to be the first person
to ever travel through a wormhole
.
and you spend decades in a ship hurtling to the farthest reaches of space -
lost in the endless expanse of the universe -
just to reach it.
and after a stretch of time that could've been a moment
and could've been a life
you finally see it in the distance
and you're not sure if it's a dream
but the next day, it gets closer.
and then the next day, it gets closer again
and the next day, you can start to feel its tug - light, almost a brush, like a lover's fingertips on fallen strands of hair
and the next day, you start to really the feel the pull
and you start to forget where you are
and who are
and every moment before this one collapses
and this sheer, instinctual force pulls you in like a come-here fingercurl
and it's there.
and the exact edges of its pulsating rings are all you see and all you know
and you're there. and your edges are bleeding into their edges.
and nothing else is, except you and this force and this tug
as you fall into the wide and endless stream
of your heart's most impossible dream
that's what it's like
with my face between your thighs when you come
.
the moment you
thrash beyond instinct or control
and just to keep my tongue where it needs to be -
just to keep your back arched how it has to arch -
just to keep your fingers curled into those bed sheets -
I curl mine into your skin,
for dear life
and the flesh and bruises and sweat and hairs and expanse of it all is all I see
and all I know
and I surrender myself into the buck of your hips
and the cries of your chest
and the gravity of your ecstacy
I surrender into the irresistable pull of it all
I surrender, lost, and still diving,
into your love, at its edge