This portal returns us
to feeling. It sings of a 
dissolving into All. A wet remembering.
The
frequency of undressing.

This is where you let the layers fall: language, performance, timelines, seeking. Where orgasm shifts from peak to a door. Where the green you swallowed was the Sun in liquid form, and your mouth the vessel of return. This door opens to codes of sensual surrender, of primal prayer sung in moans and pulses.

From: I am apart
to: I am a part.

the one who dissolves