Last serene touches that lifted his spirts once,
asif suspended within the blink of a swollen eye,
temptation gathered along the slender skin, alike to touching ivory,
soft to feel, hard to feel, perished to forget.

Long and dark notes that tampolined in each movement,
spinning an unforgettable thread of the smoothest material,
allowing total forgiveness to live within a swaying motion,
total pleasure of the nerves, yet are left to the brightest of lights.

Stronger they sway, stronger they play, stronger they attract,
the most permeable of substance transfix, and lock, and kept,
elegent of voices that soothed a overactive heat beat,
the darkened of symphanies took the soul.

Placed of positions within a floating feather,
like the undoubtable, unchangeable mother,
lay sweet upon her belly and cry upon her breast,
forever within room, of total elegence and compasion.

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