There rising like a sun before my eyes
is a tongue of flame. O she lifts her neck
and shadows fall on skin, her cheeks and lips
seemed moistened. The water laps at the lip
of the land and the stars are many eyes
delivering light. I have received her neck
with my wide palms, traced the lines of neck
and shoulder slowly. Beloved, give your lips
to me loudly. I am caught by your eyes,
the eyes held by your neck above your lips.
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