see the white cloth,
grapes sweet and red,
drink from My breasts
until you forget
azizam, recline beside Me
on a carpet of flowers,
feast on pomegranates
rosy with love and hope
liefling, take your place
the velvet cushion,
let My fingers feed you
sweet promises of milk and honey
don’t roll the dice
don’t spin the wheel
break bread
and I will eat your crumbs
instead of flying away
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