These naked breasts wait eagerly
For soft mouths, for your return
My Love
The moon is full,
Shall we dance beneath her shine?
I am yours, as you are mine.
We are explorers of this well-trod ground yet
Still travelers upon a path
An end we cannot see...
I, a part of you, you a part of me
We travel toward some sacred space
Make our tabernacle, our shrine
I shall ready the sacraments,
My Love
With blood, and breath, and wine.
6/29/07 5:19pm
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