I Swelter, my Love

I swelter, my love. We have died the height of climax. We
Have risen, sated for more. Our poison—the depth of lust:
Our passion—the life of love. And we perish—the rise of
Paradox. Your eyes—swell with fury: your tears—rupture
Flame. And heart to spirit, we explode. Our mural—the
Thunder of Zeus: our motion—as fluid as wisdom. We
Flourish, close to death: we ignite, close to life. And soul to
God, we soar the form of spirit.

I swelter, my love. We have died the height of climax. We
Have risen, sated for more. Our rapture, a touch of bliss:
Our unction—the gift of Christ. And we perish—the rise of
Paradox. Your soul—a flaming torch: your heart—
Pregnant lust. And life to spirit, we explode. Thus ablaze,
Our fulgent stream; and thus aflame, our torrid souls.