Birth like a drunkard reels and tosses me wet into the fields Surrounded by a company familiar and strange Dangled like Achilles, dripping on the floor The brine of a fateful journey, delivered to the door Of ritual and custom, the woman and the man With silver ring in sight of all I took my lovers hand Deep drums beat beneath skincovered ivory cages Patterns that we learned when the leaves shut out the skies Turned face to face near the night fire, walls aglowing Is that the savannah still caught up in your eyes? Two hunt as one for the passion that can bridge the grave Gathering vows to love and to be Walls dripping, Spirit digging eternal words from primate tongues Dance before their burning and come next to me Bottoms up drink each day down Loyalty poured by mercy Call but one name another round Commitment is a thirsting Wedlcok step to ancient tunes Till lungs they are a burstin Bottoms up drink each day down Commitment is a thirsting Deep drums beat beneath skincovered cages Patterns that we learned when the leaves shut out the skies Turned face to face across the bright pyer of any others That which could have been, laugh as it dies Two hunt as one for the passion that can bridge the grave Quickening vows to love and to be Desires ebb but to return glowing embers roar and burn Dance before that fire and come next to me
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