They both loved
With one breath
And one heart
Their feet were in rhythm
As they slow danced
Her smile was his
And his laugh was bliss
The butterflies were young
And so they initiated hues so crisp
No touch, no skin, none to speak
No feel, no sin, none to seek
Just two dead souls,
Yearning for each other,
In one dark abyss.

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Huz