Lonely is the lamb
spotted is the mule
sated is the flesh
and I…
am longing for Your touch

the chain to break
the sight to mend
the breath to fill
just so…
just so…

the vision appears
a sunrise so fertile and fair
it splays the mango open
quietly quietly
the mind cannot find it

the fragrance appears
a perfume so buttery
and bewitching
it wrests a single tear
from the eye

my God, my Goddess
the golden lantern is Yours
a night of dreams
flame and mist
and soft lips upon the skin

a single rosebud unfurls
in the heart
in the belly
and I…
can think
of nothing at all