In yonder vault of sapphire hue, where clouds in glory flew, Two alabaster forms anew, in Leonardo’s vision true, Do hover high in azure deep, where winds their tresses sweep, With eyes in slumber’s gentle keep, while love’s pure fire doth leap. Their marble limbs of cloud-wrought grace, in soft ethereal embrace, With flowing locks like moonlit lace, in swirling waves they trace. Betwixt their lips a golden bloom, dispels all mortal gloom, Its tender petals breathe perfume, as Eros’ breath doth loom. One stem they share in sacred rite, through flower’s heart they smite, Their souls in silent kiss unite, in realms of endless light. Their fingers near in poised suspense, where harmony immense, Like Mozart’s notes that swell intense, in cadence sweet and dense. No carnal touch this scene profanes, but spirit’s fire remains, In Platonic flame that brightly reigns, where heaven’s love attains. O vision fierce of love’s own art, that binds each yearning heart, As twin-born seraphs from the….