Tonight my dear, my perfect love,
Dance with me,
As I play a rhapsody;
My own exuberant sway.

This dusk that lifts my tattered husk,
Up from it's makeshift seat,
Evokes the swift, alluring gift,
Of grace beneath my feet.

Taste this note my sanguine beauty,
A beauty more than stars.
A sweetness and come completeness,
That is no one else's but ours.

The tips of tongues blessed to be stung,
By winged cherub's thorn.
Whisper songs,
Far crisper than vowels by which are sworn.
 
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