I kneel~ On a sleek marble floor with pink veins In an atrium with walls frescoed In harvest scenes laced with vines grown heavy And reapers plotting for the winter Before a step that bears an alabaster font Fragrant with your perfumed waters I kneel. Outside through many arches The sun beams golden Canaries sing Monarchs flutter and alight Inside, I kneel. My head not bowed I wait only for your hands upon my shoulders Guiding me: Rise. Here, Take these grapes and feed me; Take this jug, pour drink for me; Take this harp and sing for me; Take these hands, these lips and bones and limbs And touch and kiss and hold and clutch for me As I bid. Rise. So I rise And the marble is not cold, on my knees And the frescoes do not mock The birds and butterflies chant joy for me The sun warms through and through It is something I do not know here but It is good here before the fountain of your sweet waters On my knees.
Reason for writing:
I guess I just wanted that certain someone to understand how I felt!
Birth sign: Leo
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