Disarm
and allow me to escort you
to the books i have not burned
and the brass knobs
that grace the doors to rooms
disavowed but unpurged.
Deign to follow me
up the winding stairs...
into the pale blue,
where a lesser god has yearned
for the last spawn
of our displaced doom...
where the clouds merge
with every stone
the eye seeks.

but the river
removed.

Disarm
and allow me to conjure
Love as a feast and a Season.
grant me your Faith
and believe that all leaving
is a way to return
unscathed.
Brave the hallmarks
of our awkward way, and go
along the path i tread.
i will keep you steady... adorned
in peace...
and draped in early
morn.

Beloved.