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            SOUND OFF THE ALARMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@holient,                   “i’ll say. it’s become more beautiful yet.”          she’ll shift an arm the shape of his own,  interlocking lace of muscle, tendons fraught with unease to cradle weary frame, the brazen warmth of late july wind’s puckered kisses enveloping his body from the vessel of her own. uncomplicated and unpracticed, the way memory of courtesan days, lifetimes ago, came into play. the mirage of a good day  — sunny and un-gone with the breeze of unmentioned sentiment —  then so far away, now beckoned reality. a delicate exhale of fresh air yet unpolluted by afternoon merchants’ heedless wagons.            “my breath’s stolen by the view, day in and day out.     and by the carnations especially..   the pink of them rush my heart. like the tender insides of ripe cherry.”

let us walk the gardens.    

@holient,               “surely, i have not unintentionally offended her..   have i?”          thoroughly disentangling from the vineyard of all her niceties, shall i paint for you a portrait of surrender? it looks like the infinitesimal slackening of shoulders; the quiet collapse of mighty bulwarks behind irises that allow for skeins of fond exasperation to trickle past the debris.           “for such a beauty seen only in a lifetime or two, i can’t help but think i may have involuntarily offended seeing such a face frown.”

pay her no mind.    

@holient,                  “i apologize, rūhī.   i will be more conscious of your routines the next time.   i had only come by to bid you,”            unmade at the very dead of night, like the rib-bones corseting her bird heart  — pitter pattering —  are made of silken lace, steadily unraveling.           “a good night.. properly.”          as newlyweds do.             “may i enter?”

next time,  refrain from interrupting it,  my love.  

LEÏLA DE CANTACUZÈNE NOÉMIE,     companion of the night   &   1/4 of the brides of miquella. 

            ‎خوشچه باق ذاتنه کیم زبدهٔ عالمسن سن
            ‎مردمِ دیدهٔ اکوان اولان آدمسن سن
            
            LOOK WELL UPON YOUR OWN BEING, FOR YOU ARE THE ESSENCE OF THE WORLD; 
            YOU ARE THE PUPIL OF THE EYE OF THE UNIVERSE — YOU ARE HUMAN.