Savour The Saviour

Our love surpassed the ages;
We walked through antechambers
Lubricated by sun-bleached places
Where Summer rages
And engines hum
As life rises and buffers.

Unsuppressable truth,
Our love summoned blossom-snows
In August’s tundras, carved
In the rough rouge caves of March
Strange and exotic pentagrams;
Where our words were carved
You could taste just by touching.

Blood-golds infused and fast,
Conjoined with green tea
And lemongrass, tattooed by
These latest sensations
Our loving souls will outlast.

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