your freshly shampooed hair
takes me to a dark forest
where silences are loud
where the sun and clouds
are painlessly insignificant
where nothing matters
except the aching softness
of your skin untouched
by angels and demons
the arches and angles
the curves and lines
of strength of definition
your face is a mirror
of all that is treasured
in the holy of holies
your body, my honest prayer
your soul, my divine sacrifice.
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