Release

    

Come,

give me your day,

all your horror and your sweetness,

kiss me and rain them down my throat ‘til I am breathless,

talk with your tongue, and your eyes; no speech;

just draw with your fingers

all your crosses on me. Give me your thorns, and your

nails, and stay…nights are lone reasons for

battling in days, lie only

when the depth of your weakness

is almost too much

to stand,

slip your morning into my hand and

your afternoon

wherever you please,

rock me and hold me and let me tease all else

from your weary head, give me only your heart instead,

and with all your secrets

so silently told,

let me lay you down, my love,

and caress your soul like you have never felt,

let me melt your demons

and stroke them away, claw where all

the bad things would play, until they each come free

…and aching with blind

and writhing release…

you pour them, one by one, in 
to me.