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grand isle

these moments of wanting
i love you
she whispers
only you
tucking her face into his neck
this man who had saved her
they had chosen each other
such suffering to endure
this indulgent desire
grand lamentation with seductive voices
regarding the union holy
every moment sacrosanct
in their arms and hearts
desperate exchanges
confessions and our fathers
covered in black lace
catalysts for renaissance
conduit for life
divine reciprocity
existing not as possessions
but within a shared passion
a worthy religion
accepting they will be the end of reason
and each other

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