Part 2. What will it feel like?

Now that we are here, drum me freely with your fondness.
This is how it's meant to feel. 
I enfold the whole symphony of facets. 
I most savour a steady-bearing streamlet of peaceable drift. 
It's you, and your seize is effortless. 
I'm done sparring my nature; I surrender to the wine-dripping lure of a late hour. 
A wild mare swifts us to sleep as our limbs cascade their lazy grace. 
By morning, dilute my disarray with rosewater. 
Kiss my fleeting dysphoria; It's all part of my palette of taste. 
We leave our faces aligned, 
and the splitting river of time cannot shift an iron-braced bed.
Washed up on the bank, pellucid stones polished more by each misty nocturne of our memories. 
Enchantment is what I became in depths of the mundane, 
and magic can always be recaptured beneath safe blankets of love.