E is for Erato
(the muse of love poetry)
We breathe in and out our
Bodies matching moving hearts
Delight in joined revealing
Opened and shared at last
Love lingers, and that’s important
But in this time it’s passion
Sending a siren-song whose
Magic we shall not escape
‘Til breathing slows and sacred
Act eases into other life
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