In Sync
Night dons a sequenced shawl,
sparkling with trillions of stars, like cosmic candles
twinkling within the blackness.
And a golden moon gleams like
a precious bobble mirrored on a placid lake,
where gilded ripples dance to the sound of applauding waves.
Vampire shadows, clinging to shifting silhouettes,
gorge on remnants of blood-red clouds,
as liquid ebony inks every crag and crevice.
Darkness descends like a curtain,
creatures of the night frolicking within its folds.
And sparkling shooting stars unzip the seams of space,
martyrs to beauty, plunging to their death.
A scarlet sun slowly sinks;
its last light encapsulates lovers entangled in the night.
And passion sets the air afire;
as electrifying sparks of euphoric bliss
summon spontaneous wishes.
An emotional trance, out of phase with time,
invites innocence to sup at the table of love.
And intimate feelings are shared and explored
afloat in sensual waters.
A phantasmagorical bonding of flesh and spirit
is forged by the heat of desire,
in sync with two hearts pounding as one.
And as a blushing Mars rises to the occasion,
Venus peeks down with envious eyes.
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