No negotiations
You are mine, all my own
I refuse to relent for a moment's breath
for you are a treasure of the world, and have chosen me
I, the beggar
I, the fool
who can only grasp at the hem of your beauty
now the taste of such love has decimated me
and I can not give you up
When the breeze sends you chasing down a path off your way
I will be the sticking thistle embedded in your coat, unpluckable
I will be the stones under your feet
springing up to meet your step and liven you on your journey
while you seek the reflection of the stars in your eyes
and when others come,
which they will,
to turn your head and catch the flower of your name
I will twirl you in my embrace until the world blurs
until there is none else but our spinning laughter
bouncing from one another's face
while our hot breath mingles like a kiss
I will paint my skin red and gold and walk proudly in the street
declaring how ardently my heart sings for yours
and knows no other song
only longing for You
I will meet the world, burning eye to eye and strength of limb
defying what is past, to demand my future:
That you are mine forever,
my soul bound to yours
No negotiations.
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