At a crossing point Love and Art
Breathe through each other's nostrils,
Going beyond an intimate connection,
Pulled together by electric arcs,
Finding new voltage heights
In the cosmic gravity.
Love's feet lead Art's hands and waist,
Balancing in a weightless dance,
Supple pirouettes and twists unfold,
Modulating one movement,
Their chests are welded,
A single heart is enough.
One cut in this spot
Bleeds orchids, poems, tears of happiness,
And splendid songs of life.
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