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