Let the beacon shine
Through desolation's chilling void
Under the howling tempest of treachery

That beacon is your soul
Forever nourished
Graced channel for all love and beauty
Flowing through the centuries

I see through dark zones of future dread;
Through cyclic time to your prime radiance

Should we once have had
A strangers' tryst
To gel the crystals of our memories?

The crystal is there, centring the beacon's flame
The crystal is, encases
Your beauty's everlasting light
Breathed, ever aired
Core of my memory

Dreams’ flashes made you Aphrodite
Glistening with the luminous waters

On with your girdle – to charge your loins
With incandescence;
As you rippled, shimmered through it
Your magnetism rose
To overwhelming voltage

So potent fertilizer of my fires

As I undo your girdle, I am charged
Our energies in tandem, then collide –
A short-circuit of perfection
The sparks ignite succeeding energy
Life's flow into the purified millennia
Distilled eternity
Forever sensual in the spirit

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