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In darkness,
fleeting,
lovers’ hearts
beating
in sync.
One pulse.
One rhythm.
Distinct
forms merging,
melding,
combining,
resurging –
ebb and flow
perfect in timing.
Rehearsing
the Cycles of life,
rose petals in bloom
beneath her
perfection of arc
and full moon.
Consumed
by her feeding
of frenzy,
essentially
milking life’s love
’til it empties.
Intently grasping
at heavenly fabrics.
Ecstatic!
Can’t breathe
until star seeds breed
and establish
supernovas.
Feeling?
Light-headed,
yet sober.
Freed,
finally
she exhales.
-HymnAgen
