fill...
up?
That means the moon is full
for the 3rd night in a row
and we are free to dance!
For there is no joy greater than thirst
conceived by two souls moving to God's own heart
then quenched by drinking in Her Providence once they have turned to dust!
Beloved! When we dance, my heart grows parched just wanting to be closer
and in a fit of lust,
diminishes to genesis
waking anew to your water
please please
Beloved
no matter the moon!
take hands with me
and thrust your loaded heart against my desert!
I Love You!
Your Beloved
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