Paramour
When as bright as day and as black as night, your heart soars a thousand sands worth my delight. I sit and mourn, then sit and beg- only to avenge my sicker said. I am merely a child risen, to mask a while- but raging frequent stops only to bring forth tiles. I sit and beg for nothing more than a slight remedy, or simply a keg. Give one piece of that luscious you call you- let me embrace on that side that rests a new. Give me peace or bring me death. Sit with me or lay with meth. Die with me or live alive without my solemn hellos and goodbyes. Speak yet worthy to all that hear that love was once set on fear. Let not your heart rise a new, when nothing more sides a few. Be fearless and gracious and kind yet spacious. Give me my heart and I shall return a start to nothing new but a changed tart. Begin quite slowly ...