Wounds of Love

David Onkinerah

16th Century

I heard your voice, my love, and all my senses throbbed and my soul quivered in dismay. The light of my face darkened, my sun was covered with shadows, and my eyes streamed like rivers.

The arrows of your lightning are deep within my belly. I put my hand in yours and it swells with pain. The pride of your figure has pierced my heart. In the night…

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