Ecstasy
Imagine ecstasy interminable
pure life, bare skin,
neither thorns nor teeth.
Minds mingle and verify
peace, pleasure, one shared soul,
earthly delights bloom.
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This poem is the 1st stanza of Imagination from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard.







