So here's the title of this:
The Return of Joy
The unfolding of a rose,
a fragrant dance of decisive,
indetectable movement:
a comfort to thorn slaked flesh.
Like rainless wind,
or deep chested breathing of two lovers,
sleepily unwinding themselves
for the second embrace.
Movement untouched,
unbroken by any influence,
simply floating,
sweetly falling,
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