Drink in the heat of an ancient sun held in the cold fire of water rising from earth and rockSpilling over your cupped handsand drawn to lips and tonguePouring water’s memoryof the azure mist it fell frominto the chalice of your fleshTurning your eyes skywards with desire for the freedom it was born of

-Tamara Rendell

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