Awash with love
the stream will run into forever
melting all the many cares away.
You and I, and here and there
What can the difference really mean?
The need is great, provisions few;
Loaf and fishes turned to dew -
Mere succulence of sun.
Hot and burning, moist and
Breathing in the awesome beat of love...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home . . .