to become more

Today we became more than lovers and thoughts of meeting again now sit like a tired longing on a long forgotten anticipation.

Even in the realm of the souls there is a pact with body.

“Nourish me”, says the soul, “and I’ll share but stay not too long lest you be an unwelcome guest, linger not too long in the foyers, voyeurs burn when souls mate.”

“We need but little, but all we get comes from you and you, you are a glutton, much as we trained you long in the subtle art of leaving a single grain.”

“Be not too tempted, you are of the souls and from them and yet not them”