Caress — a song of Solomon by Patrick T. Reardon

I seek you. My

soul thirsts for

you. My flesh

longs.

I have seen

you in the

garden. Your

lovingkindness

is the song of

my lips.

I lift up my

hands to you.

You are marrow

to me. You

are the fat of

the land. My

joyful lips sing

of you upon my

bed through

the night watches.

I live in the

shadow of your

wings. In the

caress of your

right hand.