Eros, Eros, Dark Besetter,
I do not want to hear about your children.
I want you to come home with me.
I do not want to hear about your work.
I want you to look at me past convention.

You bring shame in communion,
barrenness in the Spring,
hunger at harvest.
Ah Eros, Unhinger,
you bring disruption for troubled souls.

Ah, Lion Face of God,
I want you to leave me alone,
and I'm so afraid you will.
You eat my paschal lambs.
You make me look for hidden hopes.
You strip me of my props.

Away! Away!
My plans cannot bear you.
My habits are hungry.
Your truth is too much.

Ah Eros, Dark Presence, beguiling source of space and light,
how will you rend me, open me,
this time.

Let us pray in bed.