The rules we set are ours
A pas de deux stretched out
For hours spent in breathless syncope
Weightless as a whispered kiss
Heavy as the voice that promises thunder
A living sculpture made in parity
Press in your thumbs and shape a soul
A heart
A cunt
And leave your fingerprints behind there
Where your touch creates Pandora
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