Soothe the young man's sweating forehead

Touch the naked stem held hidden there

Safe in such dark hayssed wired nest

Then his light brown eyes are quick

Once touch is what he thought was grip

Tis not his hands those there but mine

And safe, my hands seek to gain

All knowledge of my master's manly rain

The scented taste that stills my tongue

Is wrong that is set but not undone

His fiery eyes can slash savage skin

And force all seriousness away

He wades in close waters

Deep sleep alters his senses

I must obey my only rival

* He will command our twin revival:

The same

Insane

Sustain

Again (the two of us so close to our own hearts)

I silenced and wrote

This is awe

Of the coincidence