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Psalm of Love
Can I fold a strand of your hair
Around my lingering fingers?
The silken string it weaves
Around my wanton heart
Baptised by your being
Whilst fire, whilst flame
Your body becomes
A rising sun
Melted by the scented sound
The deep of the luscious wood
Finnally understood
Around my lingering fingers?
The silken string it weaves
Around my wanton heart
Baptised by your being
Whilst fire, whilst flame
Your body becomes
A rising sun
Melted by the scented sound
The deep of the luscious wood
Finnally understood
Published 30th Sep 2015
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30th Sep 2015 9:25pm
Lovely! Really love the emotion and the imagery in the first stanza. Welcome to DUP!
1st Oct 2015 5:09pm
