His Desire Is Toward Me

philipderrida....
The wine goeth down sweetly,
causing the lips of those
that are asleep to speak.
I am my beloved's,
and his desire is toward me.
Come, my beloved,
let us go forth into the field;
let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards;
let us see if the vine flourish,
whether the tender grape appear,
and the pomegranates bud forth:
there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes
give a smell,
and at our gates
are all manner
of pleasant fruits,
new and old,
which I have
laid up for thee,
O my beloved.
(Song of Songs 7:9-13)

[@Alvin-dn6sh]

Don't know who you are but thank you RUclips recommendations. This deserves more attention.

[@theadventuresoffern4815]

This feels like a fever dream