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Giver of My Name
My lover’s lips drip words of secret hours
Wherein our dreams make love to sweetest songs
Hymns to our bodies, bathed in nectar showers
Slick on the tongue to taste; ours all life long.
‘Forever’s on our mouths, in fingers kept
Oaths to the rising sun, our bedded vows
Seduced and consummated here we slept
Beneath our bough that shields from darkened clouds.
Bare to the morning, twins in twisted vine
Intoxicated, our own fruit to share
Ripe from my treetops picked up where he climbs
Sucked to the last, that juice, like robes, we wear.
Covet my touch, beloved, have me, claim.
You — my better whole, giver of my name.
Copyright ©
Alice Reynolds
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