Come take over.
Come make me die.
Bring death upon life.
From every broken heart,
every aching soul,
every failed relationship,
and every lost friend,
comes death, and with it
A little life.
From each destruction
rises a new formation.
So go
deep, deep, deeper.
Reach the deepest spot.
A place from where
I can rise.
Yes, make me come,
make me glow.
For each part of me
I give to you.
Come take me away from myself.
For an orgasm is death—
a zenith.
An exalted state of communion
where we leave ourselves behind.
And die a small death.
So die,
Rise, regenerate, be born.
What’s life without a little death?
4 comments:
something within us dies while something within us is reborn!
thats the crux of metamorphosis, the central point of evolution...
the tonic for bliss... whats pleasure without the pain!
I just mailed your posts to myself! Yaar tu badhiya likhti hai! Will read again and come back for commenting :)
Hey, really liked this one!
Like the idea that you won't let yourself die on us, EVER!!! We love you Suppppu!
Michael: So die. What's life without a little death?
Trupti: thank you so much for saying that. it was great catching up with you after so long.
Joyie: I love you too!!!
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