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Amidst Fires

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Devoted to the Liminal

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Amidst Fires | Devoted to the Liminal Home About Me Amidst Fires Devoted to the Liminal December 7, 2015 Berries and Blood By Magpie Mason I try to call Your name, Beloved. There is a name my heart has for You; but it is not yet known to me. It sticks in my throat, stills my tongue when i try to speak it. My mouth cannot yet be made to utter it. So i give You my mouth instead, and hope You taste there the words i would speak, if i myself knew them. My Beloved’s lips are stained in shades of red: the earthy sting of pomegranate seeds and the warm tang of raspberries, the burn of rich red wine and the fire of red, red blood. That is my Beloved: berries and blood, sharp and sweet and oh —but more than that, forgive me, i cannot say. I haven’t the words. And i hear in the silent stillness that lingers between Your words that there is a word You have not quite said, a word for what this is, for what w/We are—i to You, and You to me. You called me ‘friend’ on...

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