Sweet Surrender
Posted: August 18th, 2011, 10:19 am
Please don't ask
I do not tolerate submission
well,
it is not a fine art nor a alchemy
of elements forged on a whetstone,
a thin red bloodline crossing like two swords
of Damocles, hanging like a prayer;
I can't conform to your opinions
and you can't draw from my conclusions,
I have none
but if you come to me open-hearted
and let me be who I am,
I'll be your chair, your bath water and
your bed,
and you'll be my poem,
we'll be ancient in amber
we'll be the timpani of skin harvested
like dreams of liquid gold
and winter wheat,
like Nubian skies, like
azure seas.
I do not tolerate submission
well,
it is not a fine art nor a alchemy
of elements forged on a whetstone,
a thin red bloodline crossing like two swords
of Damocles, hanging like a prayer;
I can't conform to your opinions
and you can't draw from my conclusions,
I have none
but if you come to me open-hearted
and let me be who I am,
I'll be your chair, your bath water and
your bed,
and you'll be my poem,
we'll be ancient in amber
we'll be the timpani of skin harvested
like dreams of liquid gold
and winter wheat,
like Nubian skies, like
azure seas.