if you lay down with me,
will we rise up as one?
will the passionate fluid
of our souls wash
against the shores,
our spirits melting
into one blade,
so sharp it glitters
in the new morning sun?
will my life be the bridge,
yours the stepping stones?
will the prayer of our bodies
reach the ears of ecstatic hope?
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