Love let us be face to face
To measure the strength both have gathered.
Love sentinel, a running blood
On night lamped cave
Where lioness flesh on lengthy wait.
Love, cooing doves on transient monument
Enticing one to invisible treasures
That have never belongings
Fizzles out in frowning fire place.
Love, erratic child of a fair being
Blessed with unshaven erotic
Fast pacing with unnatural sitting,
An ageing tempest lying over emptying postures
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