Flaming Spirits

by Planned Parenthood Lies

Fantasies of the heart are all too often created,
but the ones blessed with sincerity
blossom into times of the present.

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We were waltzing atop the waters of the deep,
emitting breaths of new life as
the shadow dancers spun
droplets of eminent blessings
and waved them toward our path.

Twilight angels wove lustrous silk garments,
resting them silently
on our melded figures
as the ocean nightingale
played upon rolling waves.

Mistress Moon took us under her wings,
chanting of the kindling
between two zealous mortals
and how their ardent love
set the whole world on fire.