And now, my love, press fire lips,
brush lovers' breezes across mine own.
Yet, wake not, Phoenix. Early, a new fire.
Morning glows shadows bed-stretched...
Rumpled magic spiraling enchanted
naked dancers, torch-bound through
the night. The Night. Fire tango frenzy.
Wake, Phoenix. Rebirth in embered flame.
And now, my love, press fire lips...
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