The wind caresses their exposed flesh,
sensual fingertips of air brushing skin,
as the moon reflects their beauty all around,
spectating their union, no need for sound.
The blood flows free, red river of certainty,
taking them forward, moment becomes eternity.
They are lost, in one another,
the world is lost, to them.
Such beauty, in death tonight.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
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