And, so
we joust
in jest
our eye beams each
galloping towards the other
the thunderous hooves of thoughts
the crash & splinter
of the glance
these happy lances
advancing to their ends
and we unseated
so from our selves
fall to the softness
of this happy bed
exchanging knowledge
of our bodies
as Cupid smirking
bids us
accept this
dear defeat
this victory
that Love has won.
We happy to be
vanquished thus.
We wearing
Love's joyful colours.
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