by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
Beloved
I think of nothing else
my mind on You alone
escaped
from all things of this world
my soul and flesh are prone
I lose awareness of my self
You see me
I need not
and feel
naught
but Your tender kiss
stroke
cleansing every thought
the distance
that I made with sin
You banished with Your blood
when I accepted
Your embrace
at last
all was a flood
of peace and ecstasy
awaited
never thought to be
and after all of life
imprisoned
Lover
I am free
