Every bit of her is perishing in
disdaining every bit of them;
Their revile subsided her ardour
|unaware of a veiled gem|.

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The wind
that carries
your fragrance,
why doesn't it
convey my ardour?

A biased wind?

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I am haunted
by the unfinished castles
of my dreams,
rendered porous & incomplete
by the unfired bricks
of our ardour.

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The shower
of your ardour
eludes me,
so I placate myself
with the dewdrops
of your friendship.

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My ardour
and your indifference,
at a right angled disagreement,
almost as if bisecting each other
with a vengeance.

Let's compromise
and taste the forbidden
at the hypotenuse
of lust.

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Crimson lips
goosebumped skin
pink drips
ebony sin.
Desires of flesh
amorous minds,
a crisscross mesh
frees you & binds.
A physical need
or biological want,
just a phrase that feeds
lust's bold font.
So make love tonight
with a gentle ardour,
you'll see the light
when bodies restore order.

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I make friends
with the waves
relentlessly attacking
the sands
which make our castles.

I learn from them
the quality
of persistence,
which they use
to convey their ardour
to stoic shores.

I borrow their salt
to marinate our union,
hoping it permeates
and stays.

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The incomplete nights
of our ardour
bother me,
just like the clue
for troubled souls.

It's not a two letter word,
but the only answer
I could think of
is 'us'.

The crutches of hope
are giving away.

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captivates my ardour
through your presence
like a flower
attracts butterflies
through its nectar.

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You'll heal me too..
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