Benediction to the moon
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Exhale,
Slowly and complete
Until you strain against the empty
Lay abandon against my chest
Awhile
And feel
The speeding beating drumming of my heart
How all my rivers quicken
I was made for this
For you, I know
No vow need be though
I would give it if you asked
Though it plays along the sinews of me ever
If you prick me, I shall bleed
Or kiss me, burn
In falling catch or triumph laugh
These are me as surely as my eyes
By open see
So be
Please, and know
There is no thorn or line in you
I will not bless, caress
Only speak it against my lips
Feel the tides beneath my breast
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