Goodnight, my friends.
I can no longer tarry.
A man calls me to my bed,
And I should go to meet him,
To embrace him.
Though I know not his name,
I greet him as a lover,
A husband.
If I should not wake,
You will know his name.
If I should open my eyes,
You will know his name.
For there are two strangers,
Twins with opposing desires.
Fraternal in every way
But one.
Goodnight, my friends.
I go to meet the man,
To embrace him,
As a lover
And a wife.
I sleep peacefully beside,
And in the morning,
You will know his name.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 6:16 AM UTC
Goodnight, my friends.
I can no longer tarry.
A man calls me to my bed,
And I should go to meet him,
To embrace him.
Though I know not his name,
I greet him as a lover,
A husband.
If I should not wake,
You will know his name.
If I should open my eyes,
You will know his name.
For there are two strangers,
Twins with opposing desires.
Fraternal in every way
But one.
Goodnight, my friends.
I go to meet the man,
To embrace him,
As a lover
And a wife.
I sleep peacefully beside,
And in the morning,
You will know his name.
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