They bedevil, they beseech, they believe They are beauty at a level that entrances me; Their taste cannot be held in perpetuity Be it tomorrow or any foreseeable destiny Wherever they think, I will swallow Toasting a fate befallen two canvassed lovers: Adoration has branded our besotted spirits Adulation at a scrimshawed grain that cannot clear The heavens exploding between my ears Such that their anything reduces me to murmurs Each breath from them can pierce everything Just as their gaze paints a future I fiercely want For there are infinite colours and dimples Commingled with darknesses that shape us At all levels into crystals meant for reciprocal locks Hardily bonded and grinning as a result We cannot be our only paramours But each other's needs are paramount ✍🏾 '<span query="get(title)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">Baphomeeting</span><span type="end"></span>' 📍 <span query="get(municipality)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">Providence</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(province)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">RI</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(sovereignty)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">US</span><span type="end"></span> ![[Child-of-Light_Mirrored.jpg##bgimg]]