She licked her lips, incomprehensibly A feverish dew, luminous beads A mutual alacrity, unspoken melody- That guides me to search deeper.
Magnetism without polarity No witness to confess undue crimes Healers unaware of their divine power- Now we caress in our velvet hour.
Shackles and chains extinct from our desires The birdsong and Sun continue their loops; lacing together under luscious clefs of bassy tones, arpeggiating.
The second is nigh that my senses explode I am not frightened by this pensive moment Let me drink from the chalice, Priestess And absorb the sacred knowledge.