Immaculate Union
Immaculate Union ©
My body
Conduit between steel sheets
I lower my gaze to the immaculate union
The seeds of life
And holder of sustenance,
The weapon of control, the item of possession
The rhythm of life in frozen display.
In the ballet of conception,
Masquerade of sin, in division and unison
Paradise and Hell recite the serene;
Born of woman, blood of man
My sword ascends to a timeless waltz.
Wrapped in gates of crimson hue
Night cascades, and clouds submerge
I lower my eyes,
And pretend the pulse of milk in empty veins
Carry a gentle moment’s embrace.
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