The longest night of the year.
On a full moon, we sit down to pray. We bind hands in heat, the rapture overflows today.
I tremble inside when remembering you. Barely able to contain what stirs within, it spills out pained with ecstasy.
And so...
with drunken attempt, I write loves songs to you.
At the apex of release,
I sing to you to ease. To come and spill more of you, more and more
to give everything, for this thirst can only be quenched when I is no longer.