... Don't read anything into it. >.>
juliet
The angel came to me like the last candle lit:
rain lashing the trees,
your shadow in the bed, your fingers
silhouetted over mine;
in a voice murmuring
"you were made to love."
If I could isolate its atoms and its
chromosomes,
adenine guanine cytosine eros,
s'agapo and the round compass of your arms
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