Nourished to Ecstasy

A love poem

I must fall short of the lead,

when to speak of my hunger

is rationed with so many fads and trends.

But to show myself in your midst

the unseen passage of your door,

are the artichokes and whole greens

that from your a*****e remove me from the suffrage,

as the fruits and vegetables,

the chaff in the crevices of your a*****e,

will only bring me delight,

as I may one day start to fade through, and in you, while you s**t.

That imagination can be celestial,

and the spirit of dreams awaken to heaven.

I too may leave traces of my spirit to be inserted in your a*****e,

that when you s**t and pee

you remember my voice and look,

who holds these thoughts closely to her heart.

As Apollos lyre  sings to us,

your a*****e fulfills the awakening of Emmanuel,

That Oranges, Pears, and Strawberry,

press who I am as I taste only you, in your s**t and pee,

that the ocean of your sphincter, 

brings thoughts and feelings to the surface of the sea,

but do I drown, no,

but stay mesmerized, and daydream

of what meaningful pleasure there is in your a*****e.

Which is also all of me,

as my heart  begins and ends my being.

when as told  I may suffer through the loss of seeing my fate,

that I know is your a*****e,

you feel the warmth of my internal good will as my destiny,

if you decide you s**t and pee what truth and loyalty,

that I invite you to raise in my body with all earnest.