Serenely your
Exquisite countenance
Breathes peace into my
Ragged raging fire.

As sparks lift
From my burning
You build another
Bridge

A Bridge of
Night and moon
An arc joining
Twins
Which
Only
Parted
In their
Dreams

Wisteria are
Winding
Twirling into
The depths
Of your
Daintiness

Your hair a
Helmet
Of protection
Against the
Surge of
Blossoming
Swags
Surfeit with
Nightmares

Your eyes
Are too perceptive
To view the
Mortal savage

Thus they close
To behold the
Inner loveliness
Of your
Heart's fast door

Painted in
Luscious
Hues
Of muted
Pacific
Polarity
Portrayed
Only with
The Pygmalion
Of

Paradise.


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