And he did. His lips pressed mine until I gave back a betrothal kiss
that was as complete as a great red flower. His arms held me so that
they were a circle of pain, but all the while I kept my hands prayerwise
between the clamor of our breasts.
"Say it--'the covert of thy wings'--all that David said," I whispered.
And he answered: "'I will abide in thy tabernacle forever: I will trust in the covert of
thy wings.'"