My tongue tastes ascending visions
of your flash of transcending love,
Carving a stone walk-way in the night
of your fiery love,
Stealth of darkness,
a midnight Chai -
An orchestrated communion
of earth and sky,
within the bosom of your fiery soul;
Ah, yes, love at last.
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