Drunken delight
Pleasant pulsations manifest;
boons bestowed by bliss magnetism,
wherein troughs, which once were the crest,
biding their time in body prism,
resurrect at our heart’s behest,
creating for us a new ism.
Pheromones strike joyful poses,
shape shifting in a dance sublime
on a path that’s strewn with roses,
wherein betwixt love’s blissful chime,
synced with a rhythm God composes,
in repose we heavenward climb.
Grace in-pours through heart’s open door
but drunken delight keeps no score.
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