Zen mode
wee hours of the morn, alone in our bed
silence layered silence, so all was well
a door opened and we were by love led
suffused by sublime scents in body shell
origins of which, God alone can tell
as bliss pheromones in feeble form bred
of this boon of grace, what more can be said
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