Amore Consumpta

Memento… mori… …you feel it… It opens in the quiet chest, A hidden warmth beneath the breath, A silver thread through bone and vein, A sacred sweetness without name. It gathers where the silence lives, And widens with the pulse it gives, A tender pressure, slow and deep, The kind of love that does not sleep. Your voice arrives and enters mine, Your shape grows softer at the line, The space between us turns to flame, And leaves no edge the same. What enters here does not depart, It writes its silence through the heart. I love beyond the form of you, I love until you pass right through. I hold you close, I feel you fade, A softer absence taking shape. Amore…Consumpta… It moves through all I come to find, And leaves me worshipping the undefined. Your warmth becomes a yielding tide, My form unravels from inside, Each fragile outline pulled inside. I taste eternity this way, A perfect mercy, come what may When every form begins to fray It flowers through what once was whole And leaves its absence in the soul I love beyond the form of you, I love until you pass right through. I feel you fold into the same, A nameless ever-reaching plane. Amore…Consumpta… It moves through all I dare to keep, And leaves me with a peace so deep. No before… No after… Only this unfolding rapture. Each cherished thing becomes the whole, Each held devotion leaves the soul, And every beauty drawn inside Grows endless as it dies. I love beyond the form of you, I love until there’s nothing through. I feel the last of distance break, A final tenderness awake. Amore…Consumpta… It gathers all I am within, And leaves me only… as the sin. I become what is true Formed by the end of you.