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Lotion of Life
When at last you come,
do not come silently.
I want to hear loud Hosannas,
and jubilant angels heard on high
rustling their wings astretched,
with you moaning a thousand little deaths
deep inside me.
And when you bring me to my celestial coming,
I will speak ungodly
in tongues unheard
covering your Soul with bodyspurts
of pearlescent Joy,
the Lotion of my Life.