Poetic

As we coalesce in our awakening of intensities, we find we are mere foundlings placed to each other's sides left yearning. Despite recognitions from past recollections, strangers are we really, in the cast of present physicals. The bond to be made from silent destinies alighted, confronted and surmounted in ceremonious occasion.

Were it not for the patience and dedication of our two spirits beckoning to the night, the righteous ways of love would not in our presence be found. Be it done for our hearts, nursed at the breast of nature's virtuous manners, and cloned into each other's essence so that two are no longer separate entities, but are one. We come together as man and woman in the form seen to ourselves as sacred and willing. All apprehensions and falsehoods cast to the earth's corners by the winds of enlightenment. No estrangements, but the entanglements of developing givings.

And so it begins. The hither slither of our lines reconciled into their depth; encouragements uttered in decisive contortions reflect the soul in earthly, ancient delights, dedicated to mind and body appeased. In heavenly embraces, and expressed sanctions, we fondle one another's ardor in recompense for love given. It is freedom, and it is beauty, in all its wonders.

No final judgments will be made, for all is known before it was begun. The outcome foretold in many a written word, and expressed verbal intention. Secrets have no hold here, in this open book of love made possible by the consummate relationship we have built.

We are the bearers of life's most precious. We are the true believers in the sanctity of ritual in individualism not bound to given laws and pretense. Our Naos created within our thoughts from the past, now perfected and made whole in what is, for now, our present. Thankful to nature's unyielding abundance; prostrated before our alter, pristine and fortified in the sweat of our passion.

All is quiet in the Naos. All is beautiful in our world.


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