Ride

Only your face in black and white. 
Springy hair, so perfect
To twine my fingers in.
Beneath the pain-lined forehead,
Heavy brows overshadow.
Black angel-feather lashes adorn
The dark soul eyes of a sensual god.

Bristling hair on your face,
Spiky to the touch,
The man without still protecting
The vulnerable child within.
The soul that longs to be free
Is trapped behind those eyes...
Pain, fear, confusion:
The bars of the emotional cage
Your heart is locked within
Shatter your wings as you try to fly,
As you try to fight your demons.

I see the spark of your soul
Shining through the chink in your wall.
I want to knock it down for you, 
But it is not my place;
To do so would leave you broken and vulnerable,
Like a snail with a stepped-on shell.
I do not want to hurt you...
I want to help you heal.
And if I cannot do that,
I want to touch, instead.

Take my offered hand
And let me pull you to me.
Against the skin of my tender breasts,
Lay your bristling, tired face,
And relax into my comfort.
I want to hold you close to me.
I want to stroke you
Long, and softly.
I want to expose your skin
To my full and tender mouth.
My lips can soothe your pain away
If only for a bit.
Let me kiss your eyes
Until your tears are dry,
And the dark soul eyes of the god
Can see my heart beating.

Open yourself to my succor
And be my love for a while.
Let me kiss and stroke you
Until you stand up and salute me.
Show me your desire. 
I will cover you with my love; 
Sink deep into the heart of me,
And we will ride together 
Until our weeping stops.

Ride...