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*Within  the stability
Of a late-night bed,
    thighs part fully 
from words  given..
    Words, sent

Hands  on curved hips;
******* to bare chest..

As the daughter  of Light
   is lifted up

there is an Entering

In Seed-splashed egg
 a  New Beginning;

Chains  of steel
  falling free
within  the warmth
of   each  new  Pulsing

(there is the  sound of Ecstacy 
on the  inside  of the door;
on the other  side of it--
the forever-harsh  clank,  
of judgement)*

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