Drunk on the kindness of intimacy,
I presume the space shared only by the sweetest loving
and recite, with ease,
the prayers of a righteous woman.
The nuance of naked skin
is a festival dancing by warmth of wild firelight.
fingers tracing the edges of sanity
as if reading God precise words
and speaking of better times
in spirit tongue
to the angels.
Rejoice as lips touch strong water
and lift manna, delicate as wings,
from the harvest we gather
from the bones that remember
all the lives we've shared.
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