Pursuit.
A
flaming sigh
burns
of
sweetness in gall
chasing breaths of wind
as your essence
departs.
•
Infatuation.
Eyes like doves
behind a veil…
Lips of lilies,
dripping with myrrh…
Awakened wind,
spice flowing forth…
Ravished is my heart.
•
Oasis.
Like hyacinth blossoms
amidst frosted air,
your words are
a haven to a
wintered
soul.
•
Yours.
Your
love,
fragrant as ointment
poured forth,
awakens
me.
I run to you.
•
“Draw me, we will run after thee.”
-Song of Songs 1:4
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