Beyond the sky, an ache. Woman your hands, theirs. Your heart, theirs.What truth could be purer than your wild sea breaking? What could be learned from their stars that your body doesn't know?Heaven falls when it falls ravenous: for salted skin, the gasping sigh, for pleasure so near to pain. Mortality's only offering. This is what they came for.Open, then. Pleasure of you. Passion. The ache. Desire only the broken feel.Cry out, my love. Let go. Fall, and become divine.Envy of the rhythm, the burning flow, lips wanting the wild scent of you, lust with a body to live at last.
One shattered second.
Rapture.
Beauty is the shortest life.
Why would gods want this?Want. Gasp. Born, gone, perfect.They crave the surrender. The hunger, lost Yes.The grace of breath. A touch. A stop. The fall, the thrill, the ache that it ends these belong to us alone, and the gods are out of everything but time.What is god but desire, a force never sated, wanting without end because it has no end to want toward?And what is your deepest wave, your giving in, but a touch of the same... where forever meets now, where gods turn human for a breath and taste the bliss they can only have by sharing?The puzzle, love life, connection, all of it, is human or nothing at all.Join with me in this most human act, while the heavens fall down seeking truth of flesh, the heart that beats in all things.For there, in the surrender, we witness the thing itself, the reason, in mortal beauty and nowhere else at all.In the end, in the start, always, let them worship our mortal skin.For in thiswe grant the gods their one wish:to be human,just for a breath.Return to the Foyer