Be My Jesus

I want your body.
I want your blood.
I can't forget you
in your savage dress.
I want your sweat
in my desert mind.
My body aches for your salt;
do you for mine?

Be my Jesus.
Say the word.
Give me a sign.

The silent glances
from your snowy eyes;
I sense that you need
my desperation.
My concrete bedroom
is a dead sea.
To your tangled hair I pray,
I am lost and lonely.

Be my Jesus.
Say the word.
Heal me.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.