We dance our Lust as Breaths
Against Frosted Windows
To Disappear and Reappear
Longing in Hallows of Ecstasy
Lingering in Hollows of Agony
with Welts of Passion
and Dispassion
Lachrymose and Desultory
We repose upon Eiderdown and Desire
And Smoke Dreams of Fire
And Drink Wine of Desolation
With No Consolation between
Bouts of Frenzy envious of the
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