The news is all Notre Dame, forsaken in flame. I love Notre Dame, but you, you are alive, moving alongside of me.
I worship you with lip and mouth and tongue, and half-closed eyes, with the intensity of my hands and arms and soul.
You are more than cathedral. You soar with your own thoughts and desires, filling my vision. We lean together, fall together, growing great. You fill my consciousness. Just you and you and you.
We will sleep all night together. In the morning we will wake happily and cleanly into each other’s easy breath and sparkly eyes.