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My Beloved—take me, take me in your arms
where shield and armor guard, secret treasures—to our soul
and let me smell, let me smell, the freshness of love, each day
keeping our temple sacred, where paradise unfolds;
Rare gifts the eyes never seen, as you place, sweet scented oil,
upon my thighs, feet—love blooms, while we sail on oceans;
Where wave speak romance in their tongue:
Our eyes behold beauty, our eyes behold the sun;
Let me be the first, the first to view wisdom,
your heart—your strength
As oneness becomes our resting place:
“Beloved—do not deceive me!”
Take me, take me in your arms and hold me close,
Hold me firm yet gently, dear, yet respectfully,
Let us age, let us kiss, let us dance—gracefully.
Empress Journee
