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 

with dust in your hair

and angels in your heart

singing hallelujah He is here!

Raise nothing but a breath-

not a hand- but a breath.

Speak nothing but wisdom

before the quirks embrace freedom.

Enjoy your lonely past 

and endorse your foretold future.

Relax on thy gentle breast

and clinch onto thy gentle test.

Let us reign for ever more

and never turn away from our dear- paramour.