Perfumed
It was the best conversation,
Her perfume and my passion;
A whiff blown from spice isles,
How glorious were the guiles.
In the middle of the night,
All darkness, brilliant bright;
Hope and love thus embraced,
All seamy seasons disgraced.
A secret, sacred, silent eloquence,
Divinity stalked with a vengeance.
An ardent desire deep purpled,
As the fatigued Moon hirpled .
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