Julia of Oceania · Poetry · Uncategorized


Pressed against your form
Our interlocking hips colliding
We became equals.
Created from that same divine mold, 
Sketched with the same proportions. 

Golden stubble against my face. 
Somehow I’d captured the sun. 
Your skin tangled up in mine-
That night our molecules combined. 

Flesh to flesh; this is not a blood oath, but a touch oath.
You tasted of brown sugar and Autumn. and these frictions intertwined: blending, bleeding, 
From lavender, to pink, to orange
Until that final moment of sunset. 

All in rhythm, 
In unison; the beating of our hearts. 


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