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My love come and rest your head on this bosom....

I will wrap you in my feathered cloak....

I will trace the lines of your face, your throat....

my fingers in awe and wonderment wonder if you are real....

I am here but part of me waits in the darkness....

waiting to believe you have truly come....

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Just as long I have waited for you on the cliffs the precipice....

the ocean like shreds and tatters of dark silk....

the stars like broken beads from my gold necklace....

scattered, scattered I cannot gather them for adornment....

I wept tears that fell into that morass of semen salt....

I raised my hands to that sky of lost jewels....

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I lost my voice there on the cliffs....

A lump grew in my throat that slowed my whole body....

made my skin grow thick and my hair grow thin....

I doubled over in pain my innards burning....

Acid spiked my mouth, tore at my tongue....

My skin burst with flames encased in pores....

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I lost my tears there on the cliffs....

Dry as desert I sobbed out nothing....

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I lost my pleasure there on the cliffs....

Tight and hard I bucked against the hands of strangers....

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I lost my soul on those cliffs....

She wandered away in search of you....

a small hooded figure she walked into the wind....

her head bent carrying with her in a tattered sack....

my voice, my tears, my sex....

trying to deliver them and herself into your arms....

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Now you have come and I fall to my knees before you....

Your staff is strong and hard but it does not make you forget your heart....

I would caress you through darkness and into the first glimmers of light....

but my heart feels fragile like a small girl, a broken thing....

and my soul waits in the dark corners, crouched and shrouded....

She is afraid to come too near....

but from afar she strokes herself and worships you....