Sanctuary

 

It is a work of art

A temple of the goddess

A mystery of parts

A canvas for the pen of pleasure 

The forbidden gate 

The gate to the universe.

I found refuge in the most glorious sanctuary

Its warmth and juice give me sanctum

In it, we defy the laws of mathematics 

1+1=1

I plus you equals one 

That is the power of the sanctuary.

Kings bow to them

The most dressed unrobe in its presence 

The bowed for kneel in its presence 

It is what sees kings crownless and robeless, 

kneeling before them, powerless to be freed from their shackles, 

To be free one more time, each time

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