the temple of dreams

imagine she in pink silk
dancing, hands
before her brown eyes
the tale of beauty
beneath a white moon

imagine she, smooth flesh
white in the dawn,
long words
wanton in a wild heart,
the tale of truth
hidden and kind.

imagine she, pink cheeked
and innocent, as he begs
for one long kiss, the tale
of tawdry want in the universe
of pure spirit.

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