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A dance of lovers that coiled,
Moving to their heartbeats.
In holy matrimony
Them pieced together like a quilt.
On his chest,
Like a praying ram
Resting her crowned head in trust.
Fingers glitter with gems
Bathed in sweet scented balm
Under rose petals that shower.
Slowly lovers dancing,
Her wedding dress
In blinding whiteness
Swaying like a lost vessel
That dared the sea gods
Or like a Queen’s ghost
That escaped her tomb’s cold.
Lovers dance on,
Bound in unnamed joy,
He holds her like an oboe,
Or like a Scottish bagpipe
And plays her feelings in andante.
Concealing his evil
And fate’s eye and tongue.