Only in loves
    darkness and light
rich
         woven tapestry
   coloured by our passion -
or when souls roots
            grow down
into the fertile soil
         entwining  -
nights abandonment
dreams and visions.
.
Only in loves
alchemy - the dross
the golden thread -
     mystic union
the redness of all roses -
     voice of violas
in the rooms where
     we twisted our
dark tangled skein of intimacy
Only in loves
      furnace of smoke
and flame -or deep
     in the dark abyss
of our dumbness
I will remember CRY OUT
I will not forget
      not even for nivana
these words to heal
and cleave loves sad seperation .
 
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