I proffer my humble things
at the altar of your resplendent dreams.
I come feathered in the majesty
of your inner Serengeti
with my clubbed foot in Paradise
stamping the fires of inconceivable hells.

Oh Child of The Long Long Love
I bring you my husk and my plump truth.
You divide the wheat from the chafing sun
and break bread with my mortal tongue !
you are abroad from me, however _
but your memory up close, endures
like a happy bee sting
of random recalls.

I will never know another such as You.

And That is the fact of my precise Love.

Please, go on to your unbridled graces, adorned in splendor
as you are want to do  in dark continents... constantly.
And let me Love You as a friend
that grew a memory
from a life...

that met You.