Refreshment

My arms are not strong enough to hold your burdens,
So I will wrap them around you instead, and hold you while you rest.

I want to be the canvas on which your virility is written:
To surround you, and take you into me,
To accept from you what you have suffered from the world.

Empty yourself into me: your thrusts the blows you have taken,
Let me feel how an uncaring world has abused you,
And your struggles to shape it to your will in turn.

I will receive your soul, your pain and soften it.
And when I am full, I will return it to you as tenderness,
Until my caresses have given you the strength to face the world again.