Please be kind to me, for I wilt
fastly and sure,
for I haven’t a devilry,
to lean upon, as a shoulder.
If you are a captor,
leave me wading into waves.
Leave me to fade,
thin paper with words into pond green.
Trust nothing that I say,
unless I tell you to,
unless my hair is grown long,
unless you loved me once.
I have no kingdom,
nomadic and acrostic,
a papyrus best left;
I have no god, save skies.
Please, you can not wait for me.
You can not sway
as grass in the breeze;
you are dying.
Be kind to me. Rose’s blood I shiver,
wracked by the sun.
Rocked by the tidal,
I haven’t heart to give. Be undone.
A. Marie Kaluza blogs at The Larkspur Horne
I love this. This is a beautiful display of emotion. Brava!
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