It rises like an ecclesiastical incense
From the uncorked bottle:
Intoxicating, overwhelming and
Infinitely
More imbuing than
The buds of roses in May.
For all their silent breaths
Trapped in crystal vials
They could find no
Voice that issued from their
Withered lips.
But this -
This speaks of the celestial
Bond; the sacrosanct union
Of souls.A frenzied orgy that
Hides itself within
The deep contours of
Our heart.
Preserved and repeated, only in
Rapturous sighs.
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