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Entwined in torpor between satin sheets of royal purple, the divine couple fashion intrigue from their celestial palace. They arrange their next reunion, the forever rending and rejoining to the other, an eternal refreshment of ecstasy. Her lacquered nail traces along his tear-streaked cheek, "We will meet at the Kapaliçarşi where we barter, you fresh figs & dried dates and a stones worth of walnuts for a length of indigo silk embroidered with 2 peacocks. You recognize these abiding eyes lucent above my scarlet veil. We exchange no words but feel the spark at our fingertips as we trade goods. You will go home that night and leave your wife of four and twenty years without grief for no fruit was ever borne of that union. You return to the bazaar but I am gone. Never will you rest until your search for me has ended either in rapture or in ruin. By whatever way I will be waiting for you."