...
two satellites, interconnected
in the dissonance of space
yielding to the gentle tug
of amorous gravity
joined in mutual embrace
a radiant spiritual dance
of inseparable revolution
reassured
by a furtive glance
an ephemeral instant past
in the subtle brilliance
of a sacred juncture:
two pairs of lips
one sweet
delicately infused
with benevolent femininity
the other
bitter with wretchedness
cold with infidelity
warmed
by a fading angel
so desperately far away
hoping I can hold on
before I quietly decay
...