The Bond Entre Nous

My queen confides in me

and I always tell her my secrets.

Sometimes we simply take peeks at

the view through the window to see

what the street's panoply of sweet trees

is in business that day to appease

in their gods and themselves and in us.

Nobody prods. There's never a fuss.

The bond entre nous

is as calm and as true

as it's fond.

Every dawn, from Beyond,

some anima magica wafting a wand

softly sifts down to touch us -- procure

what will keep this nonesuch of us pure --

and enable the flow of our status quo.

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