Tryst

the walls of the cell are lined
with words, transcripts describing
a history of love encoded

in a small room, self replicating
life from the true nucleus
structured and budding

they whisper I am
a galaxy compelled
by the Spirit to seek

a signature among the stars
whose eyes speak wisdom
and tongue ignites conception

inside they meet, clothed
in light and flesh fired entwined
they tryst transparent

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