Ouroboros

They both move perfectly
A tango of bodies and souls
His hands show her a world
She never knew existed
Exploring and breathing in
Her design just as all those
Marked unvisited places on
The map he has to memorize
Before his time runs out
Her fingers trace the tattoo
On his left shoulder bone
it’s an ouroboros with a fire
The irony makes her smile
Something they never can be
Their eyes meet in the midst
Of fireworks that lighten up
The sky outside swallowing
Secrets and igniting desires
Together they put eternity
To shame as the room melts
In the heat of decorated sins

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