As my aching grows more consuming,
while my thoughts drift constantly back to the sound of your voice.
I become so aware of my temple’s need for your touch
I come to your temple humbly
To offer and receive the gifts of the known
The space that heals us both as we answer echoed calls
Without words, I moan my reply
With pleasured utterances interpreted only by the soul
Understood only with the heart
Surrendering to the knowing: I am yours
Beyond words, we live our reply
Trusting revelations interpreted only as one soul
Understood as one heart
Blessed by the knowing: we ARE
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