Within this entanglement
lies the cave
of kisses
and lies;
warm enchantments,
sayer of soothes
and fiery curses.
Here lie
embrionic bedfellows
in a nuclear womb;
this is a nested disguise
for barb or encouragement,
the ambush of pique.
Here lie
the gentle exaggerations
of love,
the flirtations of truth
and occasionalities
taken at the flood
which lead beyond.
Here, in quietude,
lie possibilities
and fathomless
depths
beyond the reach
of speech.
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