Retinue

Oh, gentle suitor, I bless your hands

so great against mine, palm to palm

I would curl into you in timeless comfort

and revel in swaddling calm

My tortured prince, your betrayal stings

and thrums constant, dull in my veins

and life after life have I pined for your love

yet, I can’t love you less for the pain

Oh warrior poet, with passions that scorch

in love and in mirth and in ire

you frighten and thrill, you ignite and explode

your every experience, fire

My dark invader, you swept into my life

with promises greater than you

our moments were insight and beauty and life

and, alas, they remain all too few

There are no two lips I’d rather kiss;

no two arms into which I would fall

For you each are my chosen, your mark on my heart

and Sacred Lovers, all