Divulge Me It Is So

So, you want to see

And hear the poet in me?

Can you stand the sight

Of my nakedness?

Will you understand my cherish then?

Do you know how much

I wanted to weld my passion to your flesh?

And Tattoo my words

And life from your wrist to your shoulder tops.

I wonder if you will regain up both my shadow and my soul to your lips

When the ages hurry us off.

As I have carried you each night. . .

forever into my green garden

to sit on the white swing

Kissing you in my hopefulness.

advance negate me

Is this what you want?