The Intimacy
I take her there where myth is free
Removed from all the world can see
And bathe her feet with unmasked hands
The dream drenched rite, avowing bands
I know her fear, the darkened place
The whispered shadows upon my face
For I am known through other men
Who forge to many, and that times ten
But in this river, this weaving realm
A simple act does overwhelm
I lift her feet up off this earth
And with these waters caress our birth
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