Love with no Denial.

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More to my labor,

I love and savour in denial,

Ridged, my idol,

And my pursuit of stone shoulders,

Severed as the discarded,

But bound, and my wisdom below,

Below, below, like a drill encrusted in mishap,

Bath in black sand, my lonely pit,

And a rope of oil by soldered rock,

One coarse plait by narrowed walls,

In this crevasse paralleled and closing,

Veer above,

Tilt of the head by words and touch,

A cave of flesh and caress,

Out of the lonesome grave,

A garden visited timelessly before,

But without the definition of garden,

Until now, in savoured presence,

Two jewel eyes, like wishful pearls,

And hoped for reassurance,

That there is more to my labor,

I now love with no denial.

Author's Note

Criticism is welcome :)