After the Swallowing

Swallowed Each Other Whole

This wasn’t hunger.

This was recognition.

There was no violence in it—only truth meeting truth with nothing left to hide.

No hesitation. No fear. Just the raw ache of two souls saying: Yes. You. Always you.

They didn’t disappear in the swallowing.

They became whole.

And afterward?

The haze wasn’t confusion.

It was bliss.

A sex-drunk lullaby wrapped in the arms of knowing.

Skin on skin. Pulse on pulse.

No words. Just the thrum of finally.

This is what it feels like to become one without losing yourself.

This is the new mythology:

Gods who don’t rule—just love.