Hearts beat faster than breasts can bear if Love, tho' loath to dwell, draw Near
& all Blindness a but brusque instanton Grief or Tachyon, troublous, of Fear.
Four Meeting Eyes melt to ope Thy Third's Soliton as Tsunami
So Memory, Agape's Nest, burn up by its own Umami.
Envoi-
Ayyapan! Prince! More unworthy of Thy levee than some Red Harridan on the Rag
Must, who'd, with Dattatreya, have a bevvy, against Harihara compete in drag?
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