Kisses and rubbing skin.
Love flows further through
The begotten two

They walk through the mist
Of the park made of flowers
Like two fools

Looks and glares of kind
Are passed between
Felt not seen

Hearts of the partner
Pumps the chemicals
For the other

Somehow some way
They stay in this place
Of play and forgotten sin

There they roam on and on
Like the fantasy beasts
Once bestowed to the childs

In a dream like trance
In embraced hands
They are begotten by romance

They are there. yes they are
Not here or somewhere else
There the begotten two play

They found it and display the way
The path to the others
Just watch them.

Through a contorted glass
That’s when they look clearest
As they float away

 
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