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Let the love be free of lust And watch the marriage die. Devils dance on days of dust As desperate lovers lie. Yet how might lust survive the years Of naked intimacy, The thousand nights of talk and tears, The flesh too tame to free? The answer lies in lovers' dreams Made flesh in lovers' play, Where each becomes the other's means - White canvas, willing clay; A mutual acceptance of A mutual desire For lust, a generous act of love That fuels the inner fire; Still themselves, still faithful to A marriage of the heart, Making old love ever new With chaste and playful art. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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