the world can feel
a deprivation chamber
silent
cold
comfortless
our bed
a place of abundance
private banquets served
where we shall
taste with our skin
read with our hands
swallow with our eyes
feel with our breath
hear with our hearts
lay us down on
sheets like golden tablecloths
our bodies moving
together
a fluid tide
rising, cresting like
wine overflowing
our goblets
flowing out
to join cherry seas

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