The flame begins to burn
In the palace of imagination, surrounded by
Thousands of books, millions of words,
As you each create your own, unseen by the other,
But with the secret hope to one day gain entry
Into each other's self-expression.
A simple scent of spiced apple, a heavenly beauty the great
geniuses of the centuries could only hope to reimagine,
Spilling out over the confines of convention.
Twine and paper, wrapped delights, consumed
In paroxysms of pleasure
That feed
Creative inspiration.
A gift to her, a gift to each other,
The greatest hunger: to learn what happens next.
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