v  Two Love Poems  v
                            --by BES
The Kiss of Your Prayer

The kiss of your prayer for me
Is closer than your lips
More actual than your breath
When you whisper my name before God
You become mine more than I could dream.
As for me, my dearest friend,
I am not yours
Until I am first all His.

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We lay down togethere as two
And when we were three
Our child would crawl in between us
Just as the Spirit, making Three
Would have us crawl in too.