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               In the glade of sallowed comparisons
           as told by the shade of star-crossed ways, 
       where secrets are catching vespers 
    in petrific gaze.
    In the mists laying flatly on the tongue 
    to taste the dream
     conversing of silhouettes in communal streams, 
   'neath the moon's silvered whites,
  where souls cohort in whispered beams, 
          lingering the eye.

In secret dance of lightbane, 
alabaster unicorns hidden in it's vain, 
of promenade advanced in rhythmic twane, 
hooving spark of cobblestone in cadence 
with twirl of mane, 
event-ides of love-march.
In plain sight, sown to the light, 
in a type of matrimony of asking,
where there lies a love, so pure,  
unblem immune from the black's 
backwards masking skelet-hand.

Called like a call of a familiar tune
where the leaves swirl at the feet 
of handmaiden like toons.
Where the midnight air blushes, 
peaking through billows of fog to nautycal 
the meaning of the golden ratio of two. 

Disguised-myst-laden, integrity hushed, 
all for a look at it's suppled abreast, of 
couple, pressed together in magnetic squall.
Petraglyphs of the all in all.
The denizens in the den of their midst.
Star-tanned, 
sun-kissed by their joint of living gland, 
on switched.
The ache of longing, in each tenderness, 
of touch, of amoress.
Echoes in sonar of ping and pong 
wavelengths, short and long, receive, send.
Gutteral utterance, of open lines,
like a rosetta stone hewn with three dimensional ambience lambda theta sine.

Oh, but for a moment, to pierce the veil, 
to carry the world there.
Unleash the words that in our hearts prevail,
in their utterance, love would ignite, 
like a incendiary prayer.
A fire eternal, blazing through the night, 
a wheel within a wheel.
Pixies carry on chinese lanterns, 
or whirlwind of autumn leaves,
like fragile petals, 
hushed their way by gentle breeze.
Skirted by their mistress, 
long cloak whipped over chilly knees.
A caraway dance to spice the seed, 
bastes of home, 
porchlight seasoned to memories bleed.

On words upward bound to
soulmate spirit found,
upon the stage of remembered things,
where forevword is wed,
on earthen mound,
fed to the serpent of eternity.
Veiling whispered desires in discoursed chime, 
lingering tendril of holy rhyme.
Lies the fragility of hearts left bare,
Words unspoken, 
entranced in the clutches of Love's stare, 
dare, of a time beyond time.
We will return there, 
my love, 
we will return there.
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