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I want to kiss your half-closed eyes,

And give the love that spills from my parted lips…

Words I want to speak,

But shouldn’t be heard;

Flowing into you and filling your aching heart.

Shoulders strong, like a heavy horse,

Too tired and weary from the plough.

The bridle chafes your skin,

The bit is clamped in your teeth

Like a sour insult you long to spit out,

Your strong shoulder blades bruised and bleeding

From grinding furrows –

Days too long, too hard, too many.

My thin fingers quake,

Slowly unbuckling, unfastening, unburdening

Your weary form.

Aching. Sweating. Bleeding. Breaking.

I want to plunge me own pale hands beneath your skin,

Through the hard muscle, sinew, veins and bone –

To the core of you.

Where a little bird hides,

It’s head under its wing,

But still singing a feeble song

To the beat of the blacksmith’s hammer.

I want to open the door of its cage

And let it find its way home,

Through layers of pain and sorrow,

To somewhere it can live, and work,

Without soul starvation and weary toil.

Let me kiss you, and taste

The song of the bird upon your lips,

The warmth of your heart on your tongue,

The care of your soul in your gentle hands.

Let me taste the fire in your eyes,

And feel the earth-quaking strength of your resolve.

You are safe here, you are understood here.

You are wanted and adored and cherished here.

For all that you are, and darling

I can never express all that you are.

Take me, love me, hold me, kiss me,

Laugh with me, cry with me,

Meld with me, create with me.

Let me kiss your half-closed eyes,

And give the love that spills from my parted lips…