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Come, my Queen,
to this subject bestow Your kiss -
she has long desired this undying bliss:

this body here,
wholly willing, lithe and young,
has since been in supplication flung;

take this heart,
leave not behind its life and soul –
they seek You on each celestial pole;

these open lips
gasp wretchedly for Your breath and touch,
and beg You not this insolence begrudge.

Come, my Queen;
come, ageless Sovereign and Dream -
claim this servant from her reality grim:

place Your lips upon her trembling ones
and with a kiss, claim her for Your own,
that she may live anew in the Unknown.