I promise the peace in arms
wrapped solely, we are one
for another a blanket encased
bodies warm against the night.
If it is wrong to love another
let smoke demist our face,
the pane of glass shifting
deflects the rays of repugnance.
You are mine, and I call
each finger a gift and
your eyes my embracement
of truth: we will know one or all.
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