Passion, For the Bride
Come night, bring the balmy winds from the
mountain down like a curtain to the ground.
Let every care and thred of day fall away
from the shivering skin. On the long mound
May the moon rise too. I my darkness in the
light
I want your love tonight, just where the
grass is bright
With the moisture of dew
Just where we are alone, we two
Let me feel each trembling leaf on the body
of a black tree
Let me taste each succulent part of the fruit
Stung by the bee.
Come night and lay down gently by me
Time is a river eroding our mortality
Love is the giver of our eternity.
I want to smell again your body's history
I want to know again the rapture of birth
And the hunger of the earth.
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