There are firm pillars
lining the walls of my heart
blocking
that amorous aura you send me
I always get these segments
With rough patches of slug
that dehumanize
our logic
I had once thought it was God
His mighty hand
coming down to
chastise us
A firm grip
latched round our throats
to wash out the yearning
that you fed me
But I had a faculty
I could perfectly perceive
how exquisite you are
oh so ethereal
with that glow on your face
Darling
I’d fight off the Gods themselves
bring down
Elysium
just for a taste of that fidelity
Éloa 
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