Gaiety In Promising

   

     There will be a fire in my eyes like you've never seen before, burning through layers of wilting pages of our past. I'll breath smoke, like a bull, fighting a battle I'll never win. I'll fight to the death, because I love you. My heart will beat like a drum, like an Indian's drum, before a war is waged for freedom. A white flag will be risen in the light of morning. New and willing, succumb to you.
     So many selfish years did I ignore your hunger. You ravaged my flesh, till I was bare to the bone. I lay naked, exposed, never knowing a safer home and I let strangers in, to walk freely amongst us. Could I blame you for tiring? Could I accuse you of betrayal? I can do nothing but conquer the monster I've created. This bloody mess, I can not hide, will be cleaned with compromise.
     I'll woman up for your eyes and loosen knots in your gut. You're heart will never pain again, your mind will never ache once more. You will love with a fury you thought you'd lost. Your ears will ring with vibrations of sanguine songs. My lips will tire no more, my eyes will cloud no longer, my body will rest no further. My love for you is undying, alas, my actions speak silently; No more.
    My beauty will astonish you. My amour propre will gild all expectations. My ethics will build applause and you will take me in your arms and forgive me? I love you, my dear, I fear nothing but death and it will soon find me if I can not soak deeply, daily, your ambrosial presence.
     I pine for you, not like a prowler in the shadows, but as a small bird fallen from a secure nest, longing for security in your embrace, after plunging into a world that, alas, was far less than worthy. You'll see, my love, though my longing is with greed, I will be all you could need, all you could want, possibly.


I love you.