Behind curtained eyes
I have seen
Innocent and pure love born.
The joy of a mother – infant suckling
Naked...Cupids bow taken
Awake aware, in life
It has been
Skeletal, dead cremated
Hope in waiting for a phoenix…
Never to rise
Just Eros laced for the horn
Beautiful beyond beautiful
O’ love of mine
Sitting holding hands
Psychedelic dance of sunset
Savor it the beauty light before the dark
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