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Born under two stars / blue storm womb eater / man and woman Lady Ash / Lord of Rainhome grown sainted / by god-swift bow sword of paper / metal pen clouds ripe with / mouths grinning wide heaven places / heavy hopes Breastplate lacquered / lips gone chapped she writes a letter / "Whether it reach you, lover, / read like I whisper to / your wide hips and our hands pick / hot flowers from silken groves / grip this ode as if my words / were woman." "I will return / in raw heat to suck nectar / your sweet flecks of sweat, your mouth / my bounty I gasp here / passion grows high I can feel your touch / take me skin burning with / bright yearnings for pleasures / we could yet play."