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A golden goblet dropped from the Heavens
Fell right into my hands, I held it in wonder
Precious, full of rich, red wine
The taste Divine, flowing from Providence.
I sipped, swirled the wine over my tongue
Yes, Divine, poured directly by the Gods
Making me feel like one of them
Making me experience the other-worldly.
“This is what you asked for,” They reminded
“A taste of love higher than the one
Always surrounding you, the love of God,
Wrapping you eternally, though you know it not.”
“This is the love that man craves for,” They said
“Heady, rapturous, reverberating with your soul.
Drink of it, this wine; relish every mouthful.”
“For it is indeed the nectar of love, flavoured by passion.”
I drank and drank, savouring every drop
A lifetime of parched thirst quenched
Soothing, pulsating, cleansing, caressing
Melting the wounds, the scars in my heart.
Mine, all mine, I foolishly presumed
As this pouring seemed to stretch forever
Time standing still, as I plunged and swam
In all the heady sensations of touch and kiss.
The pouring forth stopped, the goblet vanished
Ephemeral, transient, though never a dream
My eyes were open, reality it was
As real as each note in the song of life.