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Let my eyes open upon on thee. Spare me not the ken of thee.
My gaze is soothed by your gentle glance, my eyes refreshed
with sight of you.
Your visage brings joy to me; your countenance fair to look upon.
The blush roses of your cheek are the flowers of my world.
The sun-gold of your hair the only adornment that befits you.
Let me float upon the azure sea of your eyes and find
safe haven.
Let my ears be touched with the sound of thee.
Let them know the tone and rhythm of thy voice.
Let hearing be given the ringing of you in laughter and the bite
of you in anger.
The harshness of your sorrow and the fleeting breath of your
loving sigh.
Let the gentle cadence of your speech be the music that I carry
With me into evening's rest and dawn's arrival.
Let the song of your voice come home and lift my heart.
Let me be gifted with the warm scent of thee.
Let those things that give fragrance to thyself be of me.
Let me have the perfume of your skin, so like to warm leather.
The scent of desert sun that clings cloud-like unto you.
The dusty incense of your hands when you have labored long is
dear to me.
The heady musk of your self is my joy.
Let me be within the breath of thee and be fulfilled.
Let not the taste of thee be taken from my lips.
Let me not be kept from the savor of thee.
Your lips upon mine are as rich as honey wine.
The salt of your skin is as full of sustenance as meat and bread.
My tongue does know the flavors of thee... let me be as a bee is
to flower and drink deeply of thee.
Do not keep me long from your sweet self.
Let not my hands be absent of the touch of thee...my skin
removed from the feel of thee.
Over skin sun-warmed let my fingers wander...down softest neck
to lie upon warm chest.
Let me place my hands on shoulders strong;
my head upon beating heart so that I may be eased.
Gift me with the fleeting brush of your hand upon my cheek.
Grant me your strong and gentle touch.
These be the five great knowings of the world, the ways of
senses that were ever gifted by the Gods.
Of all that there be, can one choose which is the greatest gift?
Of which one is dearest to self?
This I can answer not but only say that if the Norns decreed
that I should lose all save one, then with that one gift I
would still know thee and I would call myself blessed.
{the end}
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