Yours

 
In this place of lovers'  
Dawning meditations  
Which circle still, teasing  
Wrapped in godly whispers  
 
My hands having never known  
Your touching grace...  
Yet they hold the lure of your scent  
 
My mouth having never found  
Your lips' pressing invitation...  
Yet it savors their earthy taste  
 
My body having never felt  
The fervent grip of your want...  
Yet I am bathed in your sacred release  
 
Never have my eyes  
Found your favor...  
Yet surely you are ever before me  
 
Your breath in my lungs,  
Your blood pumping my heart  
 
Your words call me to answer...  
 
From me only one can come...  
 
…Yours...