Tell me about waking where we were two horses turned loose
running and running until we forgot we were horses
where we would teach each other all the things we forgot
and we discovered we were all made of stars
I need your grace as the earth needs the memory of rain.
I will drink poetry from your lips and kiss your fire with mine
I cannot resist you as no mere human
can stand in a fire and not be consumed
I can sit all day wearing nothing but your kiss
I am drowning deep in your undertow
Tell me we shall be ruined by love
and tell me we shall never get used to it
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