She
 

She fills the cup with honey and pours it into my mouth
To the last drip, drip
My thirst unquenched, but my tongue blessed
By the beauty of her glorious presence
And the sweet, sweet smell of pleasant honeysuckle
Mixed with the earth of her creation 

She, she bathes my wounds with love
And pulls me into her hot, hot flame
To hold me still in warmth
To grow
To flow
A river into a beautiful rose valley
To stay, to nurture
From bud to bloom
Till the last drop is drunk

She, she makes her me and I her
Shut eye and gently blend
Into that tapestry of perfect love
To just be…to just be
To feel this world around
Like an ocean rush, rush
Yet have each other for protection

She, she will forever be
Forever be my palace of peace,

          2001

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