Sit here quietly I pray
I offer you my hand
I know you will prefer to stay
To company this man
I offered you my hand
As more to follow than to guide
To company this man
Simply biding at his side
I neither follow nor can guide
Without the touch of flesh
I need to stay here by your side
In quest like Gilgamesh
Bereft the touch of flesh
Of carnal Enkidu his friend,
The pious Gilgamesh
Would even deities offend
With Enkidu, his mortal friend
He wrestled night and day
And even deities forfend
To mediate their fray
They wrestled night and day
Till loathing morphed to amity
Immediate their fray
Resolved intense affinity
And loathing morphed to amity
And coped with earthy lust
Resolved intense affinities
Found goodness in the dust.
You coped with earthy lust,
Your tender hands to hold and bind
Find goodness in my dust
And heal the jaded eyes gone blind.
You tender hands to hold and bind
And soothing touch my face
They heal the jaded eyes gone blind
I look upon your grace
And soothing touch your face.
I know I must prefer to stay
And look upon your grace.
Sit here quietly you pray.
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