Come to me, beloved, or shall I come to you?

I see your world-weariness and rawness of soul,

I know your ruined heart and leaden bones

as my own.


Here - into my tender arms enfold,

Rest your aching head upon my breast,

My love is a poultice, my kiss a balm,

Let me wrap you in my healing aura

And suffuse you with my spirit.


I will shelter you, hold strong for us both for awhile,

Just feel me, Love, and forget the rest

Dream of halcyon days, or dream of nothing at all, 

But let me cry your tears for you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally written 1/31/14

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