Monday, January 21, 2013

sit at My table

darling, sit at My table
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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