YOU ASKED ME FOR WORDS

i will claim my world

exclusive to you...

just rid your windows

of all those paltry onanists

who, in fleeting delectations,

betray sacred vows

	to your belletristic ambrosia.

i will hail your gifts

in their sheer brilliance...

and keep your reasons

and all those proveniences veiled

for, in spite of my longings,

your mysteries ply

	my awed and humbled condition.

i will air my soul

to your gaze only...

just share your witness

of the holiness in ourselves

when, with hearts bared on loves altar,

we simply can not

	demarcate either from other.

i will chant here now

affecting with you...

and trust your knowing

i shall not make you promises

that, when phrased in potent margins,

vanish from the sheets

	between our concupiscent breaths.

i will fence no more

with vague sentiments...

just open your door

and bid farewell to gutless sons

whose, how ever well intended,

bravado and oaths

	laid flaccid when you sought the truth.

i will give you cause

to land Eros' wave...

and remember this

all sails are gathered

when, beyond reefs and darkest depths,

a mariner can

	harbor his squalls not forgotten.

you asked me for words

as such i scribe these...

please believe in time

where new history's

made, sans all the myths and legends,

by tangible deeds

there, my life i'll offer instead.

(Thank you, Christine, for the asking.)

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