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Vivid garments of our love: A walk Along a rocky, jasmine-scented coast; Little snips of playful nonsense talk; Enjoying back and forth a swift riposte; Need like a wave hungry for the shore, Then rising, rising, rising till it breaks, Imploding, crashing, till it is no more, Nothing but a wash of bliss and grace; Each taking turns with pain, but not alone, 'Mid agonies, a melody of love Singing in a silent world of stone, Dancing where no muscle would dare move; And underneath these precious, treasured clothes, Yearning still, two tender, naked souls. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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