HER AND HIM

... in the intimate cleanness in which they burned, the sea could be heard;
They went at night as in glow of nimbos,
as if in gold that escaped a temple of corals
and southern anemonones, and high the waist and the look:
the flower of the heart;
... which lily and rose silica, emitted light;
Ah, then, the conclave of heaven,
Ah, his currency in flames, ah, ah his seal and his power!
... together they had come from all time and pain,
All corners and molicies, deeds and tremors,
to this love convention;
... at the exact hour, the angel of death saw them leave;
His love and air being was a breeze on.
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Antonio Justel/Orion of Panthoseas
https://www.oriondanthoseas.com
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