Hi Alex,
accord, very nice!
A passing (cut and paste) thought
The pair, like wing and waiting bloom
inhale an accord of perfume,
within that fecund garden space,
beauty presents its truthful face.
with brush of hand on yielding skin,
where touch awakes what bides within,
such that the heaves of their breaths blend
and in communion they ascend—
(not sure about fecund though, that's one hard /k/)
RG.
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