A Deep Love's Confession

I promise not to give all

my pearls away to you

For love is some kind

of scenic view

Trauma is never early

And trauma is never late,

It comes right on time

And I am love's proven fate

Killing me softly with some Christmas cheer

I vow to love's fate

That I am here

We kill and we run

Because our work is never done...

I vow to the ages

That love is dangerous

So I am here

In this silent room

Hoping and praying

For my next move

Please give me a rose

And I will save it alive

Deeply, softly, and utterly

maturity--

I find that love

Is this private thing

And deep within my soul

I am harmless

To point the gun and its trigger

Would be a harmless thing,

I only want

The best for you...

Because love is

a clutter of things,

Oh please listen to my deep

soft breath

For we are one always.

Flowers are rare

In the rarest garden,

I cast all my pearls

But where do they lay?

In the deepest, softest bed

The stars begin to rise...

If you strip me of my clothes,

What color are my eyes?

For I feel your deep softness

within my skin

As the roses flex

across the field

I find your tenderness

To be greatly unmistaken

For these hands are made of heaven

Caress me if you can...