Lace or leather clad,
bare skin glistens;
I devoured each dazzling deception,
though I never could be filled
by any promised pleasure.
The anodyne for loneliness,
an end to isolation;
I escaped into this fantasy,
fearing to seek the place
where I could grow
in the heart of another.
True lovers bring beauty and passion
and power enough
to transform the routine raptures
into shimmering bridges
that briefly join each solitary soul.
Where they can reach to God,
and she to them,
through the arms of each other.
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