I’ve become
Intoxicated even
before I drunk wine
from your hand–
When you sing of the
ancient one,
birds gather on your
window to listen –
when I look at how your entire
being burns for the love of
the beloved,
I also turn into a blazing bonfire –
There is nothing I want now
other than being closer
to the scent of life, to
my own heart -
precious one
allow me to wash your
feet tonight.
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