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.