I am swimming in your words
sweet as spring flowers newly arrived;
rich as honey from the lips of summer,
they wrap themselves
around my heart, around my soul
and drive me mad with their beauty
I am swimming in your essences
sweeter than well water that aches with purity;
they are baptism in a holy moment
as sacred as an August moon;
they bathe me, my body transcended
my soulthirst slaked
and I am sane with the divine moment
I am swimming
it is beautiful.
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