When She Moves

When she moves
waves crash inside me.
When she moves
I am cast into the night,
falling through satiny stars
and wisps of hope

When she speaks
I hear the sea and wind.
When she speaks
I swim in the ocean,
through crystalline waters
of truth and love

Her thoughts
mingle with the gods
and bring salvation
to my hungry life

She is the goddess
The divine deliverance
The answer
to my query

She is the divine
She is the profane
She is the mingling
of every sensation
she is perfection
and dissipation

I am her servant
I am her true believer
I am the high priest
of her religion
I am exalted in her glory
and crushed beneath her feet

When she moves
I move with her

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