2. Flesh, Cities, Trees and Cloth
Let not my gentle kisses rouse you, my love, but dream of white cities; white trees; graceful towers of pearl and silver.
The white linen about your shoulders will give way to richer cloths; my arms to beaten steel. But for now, my love, my star, my hope, rest your head upon my breast, and dream of what will come.
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