Take a read.
Take a listen.
Take my heart, my hands, my kissing.
Take away this shallow regret,
Of sleepless nights
Of lonely beds.
All the times hope fell down
Upon the rocks of mortal grounds.
Like feral hands of children learned
They do not have their love returned.
Oh how fragile full hearts grow,
The love for you you’ll never know.
One small prick sends waves abroad
To ships that sail with weapons drawn.
Thistle, bramble, weeping vine
That drank my blood when we entwined.
Upon the hedge I left my mark,
My lily body both cold and stark.
How I waited, how I groaned
With demand of kings who’d been dethroned.
My high tower a blatant example
Of why men give up what they can’t handle.
How they must bow in gracious pleasure,
For his mere presence to them is treasure.
But I am wolf, not a sniveling dog,
With pride I choose a prince, not frogs.
So with heed, do take my face
Upon my lips set your embrace
Teach to me what love might mean
When it’s more than a clever scheme.
I give to you my fox’s eye,
A sharp coal burning, a wily fire.
My jovial leaping, my arching back
A moan, a bite finds what I lack.
How lovely the way you lower me down,
A flushed sheet, security found.
Within your mind, you tell it all.
A stroke, a scent, a chemical draw.
My autumn hair,
My spring light lips,
The sweep of your
Rough hands on hips.
Warmed with passion
Built on flames
Fine as promises worn with age.
Breathe in deep,
A musical note upon the flesh.