The Mikvah

God allowed me to dive in a Greek

But I didn’t let the Greek dive in me, so to speak

Today, only champagne kissed my lips

My dry, thirsty lips, longing for love’s sweet grips

Hungry for affection, filled with sorrow's trace

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