Your kiss is a pool of the Great Spirit’s tears.
Your love comes and troubles the waters.
Silver and gold shine in your rivers,
Myrrh in your warm embrace.
Ebullient healing fills my mouth
At the taste of you kissing me.
I shed my skin and become something new,
Beholding myself in your face.
Your love comes and troubles the waters.
Silver and gold shine in your rivers,
Myrrh in your warm embrace.
Ebullient healing fills my mouth
At the taste of you kissing me.
I shed my skin and become something new,
Beholding myself in your face.
-jenn long
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