Languid nights, scenes traced in slow-mo,
E
lements of power, revealed unto the night,
T
erpsichorean lovers move like parts of a fantastic machine.

Temptress, proud, inspects a fur lined collar,
H
e, down there, awaitng her,
E
nergy, taut against pure white of rope. And the fulfilment.

Godlike boy with his laughing, angel lover,
O
ver, under, around and within,
O
nly flesh and blood and bone and spirit,
D
ancing soul with bloodied, grinning soul.

Tiny girl with Beast for a handmaiden,
I
tinerant player, standing tall, laughing loud,
M
e. I sit and I watch these beauties,
E
very one a shining star,
S
uffused and immersed in all that we are.

Reaching out now, to touch my sweet Nirvana,
O
nly finding another's trust,
L
ife with life and love with loving,
L
ong may we enjoy such feasts

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