Words

Caressing the verse,
In It's delicate embrace.
wholesomely perverse,
Our souls interlace.
In between the word,
An arcane land.
Where loves are stirred,
On Cerridwens hand.
And the muses kiss
Arianrhod's song.
A paroxysm of bliss,
I fall headlong.
So to the poets heart,
A beautiful antique.
Delicate, precious,
fair and unique.
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