unfinished symphony
love’s feathery touch
triggered a scent
later recalled
by memory
but the magic
of tingling rapture
could not be replayed
the aspect of our soul
that nurtured desire
consumed by lust
wasted away
oblivious to bliss
poised to burst forth
from the cave of heart
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