Come, rest your tired bones
Beside my aching soul,
And in each other we'll find respite.
My body and soul will become
A cohesive healed entity,
Pressed and bonded together
By the ether of your hands,
And in turn I will mend your aches;
The new and antique all the same
Will fade under the salve of my lips.

Demure, you come to me;
With virginal hesitation,
You set aside your grace
You're made imperfect
In between my sheets,
Corrupted by my heavy gaze.
As our flesh becomes united
You are torn asunder,
To illuminate my darkest chasms
And render my soul anew.
Pure and clean I emerge
From the church of your arms
As you lie destitute in my Hell.
You break yourself each night
For my salvation.
Your sin, my holiest sacrament,
Your body and blood make me whole.

For nine months you carried me;
Through hell, hurt, and hunger,
You carried me willingly.
And in the heat of July
You put me down,
And never carried me again.

You paint me crimson with your praise
I've never felt so adored
I am not worthy of the love you give
And you give it so freely.
I could sing songs
That would make David retire his lute
And paint a picture
That would move Van Gogh
But truly your love
Is the greatest masterpiece of them all.

The snow came to our praying knees,
And muffled the noise in the street.
The lamppost cast an amber light
Through the frosted windows.
And in the dusk you told me
That you could love me like no other.
You whispered a promise into my skin,
Embroidered a secret into my soul.
I ripped the stitches at the seams.
With painted lips I lied to you,
When I burst through the screen door,
Wet with freezing rain, ice in my hair
And in my heart.
But as I moved through the doorway,
And felt your hands on my skin,
I melted to tears and you knew.
You knew of my deceit,
But you held me for hours all the same.
And if I hadn't let you go,
If I had begged and pleaded,
I wouldn't be thousands of miles away.
I wouldn't have to miss you at all.
And though I am all yours now,
I still feel like I am alone.

Verily I wait for you,
Steady as a ******
Guiding his vessel
Through choppy, blackened seas.
I remain steadfast;
A sentinel by the telephone.
Hours pass and I remain,
Fidelity has hardened me
To the passing of time.
All I do is wait for you,
To hear your voice,
To see your face,
To make you real again.
How much longer must I stay here?
I wonder without moving.
I doubt but never waver.
At the risk of bitter heartache,
I wait to be rewarded by your "hello."