In the warmth
of passion we infuse,
anything beyond us is blue.
In unison,
our aurora's explode
into arid essence.
As oil to water,
we stay bouyant
in a lover's embrace.
In the warmth of passion we infuse, anything beyond us is blue. In unison, our aurora's explode into arid essence. As oil to water, we stay bouyant in a lover's embrace. In a listA contest entry
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