Fingertips slide across my lips,
And joy floods to my soul.
Blood rushes to my skin, 
I blush away, 
I feel the sin.
Why on earth am I this way?
Yearning and burning 
Not turning away.
But out of the darkness
And into the likeness
Of all that I hate of me
In you.
Flesh feeds flesh when flesh is weak. 
Strength breeds strength in time of need,
When warriors cry, soldiers die
And a mother prays to the Most High.
Play your wits with all you know
Shine your light, let it glow
For every heart on its own
Desperately searching,
In need of a home.


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