In the desert of myself
I linger, imprisoned,
My passionate breath
In supplication rising
For a drop of your water
To set me free.
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Like a seed in the earth dies to become something new, in you I perish and am born into light.
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She rises through my flesh like the spring through the skin of the earth. My darkness into light she redeems with her touch.
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Ancient as the stars
My passion for you burns,
Ever more fervently sighing
Your name from each mouth.
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Your whispers
through my soul,
birds in cloudless skies.
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I kiss her as though I were the sun sinking in the moon.
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I can feel her wind blowing through my soul
Eternity in a touch making me whole
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She is the feast and he is famished, always, ever more, famished for her flesh.
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He touched her
and a sun
through his finger passed
to burn in her womb
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To breathe dawn from her lips, the sacred fragrance of silence.
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I placed my ear on her belly to hear heaven sing, the ocean laugh and flow.
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Closer and closer
our merging lips become
one with the sky
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Alone with the night
and her voice
a jasmine scented whisper
caressing my eyes,
sighing against my lips
her ineffable name.
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Like water receives the light
your breath through my being seeps
imbuing me with your color,
etching your scent into my throbbing heart.
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Overwhelming—the silent burn of your words in my heart; in my veins, the throb of your pulse.
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Your breath has surrounded me and entered my heart; wherever I am, I am in you; and every facet of the world reflects your divine face.
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O my heart, keep your eyes set on the face of love.
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I have been made a prisoner
by the scent of your skin and hair,
the curve of your chin and lips,
the pool in your eyes,
yet my very slavery
has set me free.
Rooted in Love 