It's far too warm next to you, but I can't stand the air that whisps its way between our two souls, bare, like electric terminals of naked copper. I can hear your bones move in your flesh, you're so close--almost fully a part of me now. If God was truly love, he would have invented a way for two humans to be closer than this.
(Of course, he has. But that door is closed to us: the sweltering pair in the coldest embrace.)
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If God *were*.
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