What talks and easy laughter through cloth mazes...
You shone so brightly 'twixt the lesser jewels...
The couch that for a brief eternity was home...
Inflamed the tongues that blindly swathed,
The hands that, thirsting, clung unto your form,
The joy, mad pleasures found within our hungry souls
And do I wonder still in muted awe
That I possessed, for some hours, a true paradise?
An oasis granted after years of fruitless yearning?
Oh, yes, of course, each day amazed
These memories don’t grow dim with every passing moment,
They swell, they burst, inside my fevered head.
So these, then, are the things I most recall,
When time and distance form a ruthless wall
Between sweet lovers. Miles that separate
Are naught but inches ‘gainst the hand of fate.
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