Where Rivers Run

In the chill of the night  
your closeness seduces me  
and warms this tepid soul  
let me linger lightly upon your body  
and lie down across those loving fields
brush your passions against my holy spirit
touch my temple of knowledge with feathery delight
enter my ruins and rebuild my humanity
where heated rivers rarely flow
be the comfort that's always wanted
and the needed cover to my bed