The exploration and the exhilaration
of boundaries and passion.
The soft give,
the healing of pillow talk.
Barbarity tamed, chaos subdued.
It was love,
like mathematicians and their symbols,
like the poets and their phrases.
A rapture shared,
slave to the whim,
each breath like ancient silk
clinging to skin.
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