I pray that You might use this shell,
To sate Your lust. Though use it well.

       My want, it swells. I hunger, for the pain.


I wish Your stance might shadow me,
Leave me *****, and take Your leave.

       Your long denial's my new phrase for sane.


I reach the edge, and see the Sun.
I shut my eyes, for I'll not come,

       Without permits. I'd rather, bed the tame.


You know the words, the language terse.
My sweet restrain  supplies the verse.

       Might You never,
                              lay my need,
                                                           ­   among
                                                        ­                           the
                                                             ­                             plains.