Lycius and Lamia
in their palace,
beyond reason,
above the public,
she not a serpent,
he not a stone,
anima and animus,
never alone.
Marriage is a temple,
a sacred totality,
feast of the flesh,
start of the finish,
to die together,
to rise as one,
the life everlasting,
death undone,
a cleansing of flesh,
a sealing of soul,
marriage in the temple,
a Platonic whole,
lost in an amazement
of intimacy and love,
once androgynous,
restored from above.
O holy Hephaestus,
in your cave at the pole,
meld us forever,
an epigenetic soul.
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