Anointed
one drop of frankincense oil
on your thumb
smeared between my eyes
bitter, you said
bitter is the seeing
another drop on your palm
and yet another
rubbed on your cock
a sacred meal, prepared
before my waiting face
lick it, you said
feast on the bitter seed
the milky tear
eat, and be seen
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I hardly dare come here right now, because something has crippled the part of me that should be wide open, and I think that as long as it remains frozen or at least inert, the better for all concerned.
I just cannot help myself though. Your words ensconce me in liquid warmth and make me weep, dearest Elizavetta.
Love,
orchidea
orchidea,
I’m so sorry you’re feeling the way you are. But I’m also glad you feel you can come here and weep. Tears are warm wet proof of the process of thawing.
I wish you much warmth right now, dear, liquid or otherwise.