Whiskers of thy touch, weaves
Passion of tears and tides
Cajoling inveterate
The link to thy groove
To cup thy beauty
In my eternal sip, that
Gleam a buoyant bloom
Twinkling my blood stream
All ornamented bearings;
That flesh my wants
Claws my breath
Now, the time comes
To covet my perfunctory wishes
And grow into thy bliss;
Sans any desire
Sans blood and breath
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