Sharpen your blade Turn my face East A lamb in your hands Bless me, curse me Give me your poetry
Your gait speaks The way rain dances For wet and trembling virile soil, speaks in whispers to my fertile soul A hunger and a Milk and honey storm
Your affection is like perfume And my soul wears it Like a ****** wears virtue Intoxicated by The mere scent of knowing you My spirit moves to it, madly, taken Writes love songs On holy walls your affection is like perfume It lingers and fades