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It’s time to rest
To set aside the unending quest
The day’s toils of giving best
Pack up things and fold the list

Where to go? Where to share?
Letting go our endless fear
For those eyes that stare
Alas! A nook at bloody red lair!

A push to the door, a pull to string
A maiden bow of Japanese greetings
To hold hands with a keychain
A heaven’s place called two, one, and seven

Lay me down, hold me close
An ember of passion to let loose
The scent of love we opted to choose
Setting fire in every beat of our pulse

Eagerness to fulfill the emptiness
The no turning back of glorious ceremonies
An offer to virgin’s altar of holiness
The way to redemption of our miseries

Falling, raising, rolling and back again
A longest dive in the maiden’s spring
Whispering, wanting, and longing
A first time blow of the eastern wind

Let us share the heat of the night’s coldness
A silhouette of nakedness in darkness
A lonely wall mirror as witness
Of our yearnings, our desires to confess
So fast, yet so slow, so deep, yet so shallow
Tiredness of fulfillment to let go
Satisfaction from the late night show
Until we sip the morning dew

A pull to the door, a tied to the string
A maiden bow of Japanese greetings
To hold hands again and return a keychain
To a heaven’s place called two, one, and seven