Let your love run down the streets,
like a new born child, fresh from the womb,
naked,
pure, innocent;
crying out to the world,
hold me, take me
touch me, nourish me,
cover me with clothing of the purest light,
true nature of who I am,
rapture.. comes, dwells on the corners, sidewalks,
heating all the houses with one glance,
above the cities love's vapor, sweetest honey,
flows deep into the night,
onto the streets, you-love, run,
one breath.
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