the
stars are far from all the scars
you
soothe with silken touch
my
fingers fondle flaxen hair
to
cleanse your eyes of such
i
drown in seas of apple green
once
i can see your eyes
immerse
in skin of ivory hue
so
i can be baptized
emerge
a saint without restraint
and
set upon a quest
of
heaven bound which will be found
with
your angelic breasts
the
color of my lips become
the
color of your own
each
kiss a harvest i will reap
from
words which i have sown
within
a field i hope will yield
the
fragrance of your flesh
a
harvest tithe of ten percent
is
offered with my breath
that
you accept in sacrifice
but
then give back to me
transcending
letters of the law
till
we are spirits three
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