You, unscathed by fire,
Come, embrace me close.
Only through someone like you
Could I feel pure again,
For I could never survive the trial.
I am not Sita.
The crowd would call,
'Burn witch, burn!'�
Unless a gentle lamb
Could part the sea of fire around me
And tame my sinful soul
With and innocent nature.
A creature so attuned to Mother Earth
That she could summon the clouds
And cause it to rain upon me.
And as I dance among the falling water
I'd lick some of the drops mingled with sweat
From my lips,
And know I was born again through you.

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