Teach me, oh my master, the secret language
of your love, that I might reciprocate
each expression with complete understanding
and doubtless tenderness.
That I might navigate the country of your body
And adapt to the culture of your kiss.
Teach me the prayer of your dreams
that I may worship in your temple
and take the sacrament from your lips.
Strip me of all former knowledge
and dedicate your flesh to mine.
Give refuge to my broken spirit,
intoxicate me with your wine.
I will sleep with you and our dreams will merge
in a country beyond all time.
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