This Aching Pull
The Eternal Pearl and His Maiden
Invisible in the eye
Of the two great lovers
We do not warrant counting
She, a fertile blushing blue
Of passion. She dances continuously in shifts and moves according to her whims
He, coyly hides his image whenever she draws near. Older than his years,
Further weathered and worn
Though they were born together
He bathes her in his attentions and
Pulls at her hems
Every time he’s feeling full and bright
They alone dance
In deep time
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