Hold me.
Form a crescent on my body
Hold me.
Send your fingers through my hair
on a voyage that sails the heart.
Hit my soul with the lightning
of your vigorous love. Strike me.
Hit me with those waves
of motherly compassion.
Those fruit hills of delicious
carefully placed kisses.
Destroy all my old superstitions.
Level all the spirits of past times.
Defeat the archangels of lost love.
Lose no battle in the fight for my heart.
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