and in your grasp

fill me with your desire as i am but an empty vessel
cast away in drifting sand
of times abandoned
still in wait
of your caress your fevered touch your gentle hand

fill me with your trust as i am but a guileless mirror
in which to find your Self reflected
sheen of haloed light
revealed
a hidden treasure hoarded longing never seen

fill me with your laughter as i am but a cavern deep
my heart surrendered open wanting but to feel
your meanings secret
song of
boundless joy my cherished sustenance and wish to be

fill me with your tears as i am but a pool run over
well of wisdom sweet and clear
to bathe your wounds
unwoven
knitted scars of thought forgotten fall away the years

fill me with your heart as i am but a burning lamp
my flame laid low eternal passion sleeping
bold placed at the alter of
your need
in offering willed yours to always hold and keep

fill me

and i will grace you as an ever open book
uncertainty all traces vanished at your fingertips
will be no secrets hidden, can not be, for as
each page you turn is yet unwritten at command

the strength of your own will
the songs of your own heart
the touch of your own hand

you hold the power to reveal the one, your secret dream,
for with your love each page is written free

and in your grasp; i am fallen
willing to wed thee