Of woman born none greater than me here:
Riverside ******* honey, eating bugs,
And dunking saps impenitent for hugs
That join to love less love than holy fear.
I verse the one to come walks gently near
To grace the flesh in stride past jealous shrugs
Of public bands with sullen, crouching mugs
Adoring sin to mark the dog less dear.
I dip the son beloved God to merge
A rested lamb and spirit mouth to sing
Release to captives of a two-tongued trade.
I make the way to wood his darkest urge
And pray his self reflection now can bring
Redemption to the waters where I wade.