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In silence—
suddenly your voice.
We speak.
I say:
man of the heavens,
god who lives within me,
my sacred man.
You reply:
shameless,
seducer,
you belong to me.
I search for you in the sky—
among light, height, and breath—
and you,
you hunt for me
through the narrow, shadowed alleys of Egypt,
where whispers linger like forbidden fire,
with dust on your hands, fire in your eyes.
Opposites—yet one.
Each of us hides the face we choose,
and bares the one the other demands.
Still,
between you and me,
nothing is truly concealed.
Beyond words,
love is truth itself—
raw and holy at once.
My soul, my heart,
whatever you desire,
whatever you utter,
I receive.
Divinity
is the air entangled with your breath,
and the wine
fermented in your spirit,
intoxicating my own.
suddenly your voice.
We speak.
I say:
man of the heavens,
god who lives within me,
my sacred man.
You reply:
shameless,
seducer,
you belong to me.
I search for you in the sky—
among light, height, and breath—
and you,
you hunt for me
through the narrow, shadowed alleys of Egypt,
where whispers linger like forbidden fire,
with dust on your hands, fire in your eyes.
Opposites—yet one.
Each of us hides the face we choose,
and bares the one the other demands.
Still,
between you and me,
nothing is truly concealed.
Beyond words,
love is truth itself—
raw and holy at once.
My soul, my heart,
whatever you desire,
whatever you utter,
I receive.
Divinity
is the air entangled with your breath,
and the wine
fermented in your spirit,
intoxicating my own.
603 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 1, 2026
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