One's love of beauty's
blinding light-to-nil
habitual attire
has emptied out my once
fulfilled and drunken eyes
by trial of fire.
Scorched to ash my prior
dreams and daydreams, fueling
fantasies, all blown away
by furnace blast, consumed
in new epiphanies.
You stood revealed, and stooped,
and laid, and stretched yourself
upon my mind
before my very eyes
could stop devouring you
from behind.
and it was grave
and utmost light
a gift somebody gave
to us, which
now is ours
to only give
and give and
give into
we must.
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