The Fountain of Grace

Like the wings of dawn lapping over you
My body of light melts into your skin
And my lips, shaped of birdsongs and warm dew,
Trace my heart over your brow, cheeks, and chin
Wet verses rushing, raising from your core
Ecstatic white moans, your lips churn and pour
Freckles like stars, now shining from your face,
A garden of light, the fountain of grace.


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