Sorry if the Code tag is distracting, but it's the only way I know to keep the formatting (to the admin/mods: Is there another way?)
Code:I slept with her in pleasure’s halls, Near burning leaves that melt the snow to mush; But pleasure waked delirifacient lights, And raptured we were in the juicing gush, Where tongues elicit blood from bites, Tasting the sweat of summer squalls. We left for Comfort’s town, On downy beds, enwrapped in shawls. It’s deep embedded in the sounds Of sloughs submerging all the trickling slush, Under the seraph’s autumn flight, Where molded eaves surround. Comfort is there inside a cup, Where cocoa mingles with the evening steam. Her altruistic smile will warm our lips, And spirit us to deliquescent dreams. She thaws our trembling fingertips, Cradling our throats, as slow we sup. Pain from our leaving comes Abruptly; shivering like a pup That’s blind, we yowl loudly, as scum Is licked from us—the afterbirth that streams From ruptured dreams, our fort’s eclipse Where, curled, we sucked our thumbs. Pain’s born in our eruptive opening Of eyes, the ash of winters burnt in trying To close them off again, and shed away The aftermath. Our deleterious crying Is pleasure’s spark, igniting days Of moldered leaves and vultures’ wings. But comfort—that can bind, Like lovers sleeping in the spring, Their limbs as roots so intertwined; They cleave deep to their bed, together vying For sustenance expelled in frays, And liquids left behind.



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) Such rich, juicy words they have been very nicely incorporated within the text to enrich it.




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