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LIKE THE PLAIN
(Another imitation of the Song of Solomon's style.)
Like the plain, I am a naked landscape for my Lover to explore.
From north to south, from east to west, he surveys with his eyes;
With the breeze of his breath upon my skin he stirs me from stillness, as the growing corn is stirred on a windy day;
By his hands he lays claim to the hills, stooping to kiss each hardened summit;
Like a serpent crawling overground he pushes his face through the bush to the crevice, to drink at the fountain he causes to flow, as from a stricken rock.
I am overcome with inescapable heat, as by an approaching desert noon.
Urged by my fevered lips and the eager pull of my hands upon him,
I bid him dive his full length into the pool he has created and stirred within me,
Taking me over the edge with him,
At one in wetness and hotness.
Like the plain, I am a naked landscape for my Lover to explore.
From north to south, from east to west, he surveys with his eyes;
With the breeze of his breath upon my skin he stirs me from stillness, as the growing corn is stirred on a windy day;
By his hands he lays claim to the hills, stooping to kiss each hardened summit;
Like a serpent crawling overground he pushes his face through the bush to the crevice, to drink at the fountain he causes to flow, as from a stricken rock.
I am overcome with inescapable heat, as by an approaching desert noon.
Urged by my fevered lips and the eager pull of my hands upon him,
I bid him dive his full length into the pool he has created and stirred within me,
Taking me over the edge with him,
At one in wetness and hotness.
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