Huddled form burrowing into ribs,
hair cascading incandescence,
sweat’s exotic drizzling sheen
melding skins.
Bow-tie lips blooming rapture,
run red the metronome,
blighting logic for passion—
coaxings of the true hearth.
Expel scarred heart tissue,
pulp flourishing anew,
beat purposeful, exultant;
synchronicity’s winsome game.
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