I am your crane
Your peacock
Your rose
I lie still and naked before you
Awaiting delicate bends
Those weathered hands
Push hard against me
From end to end
I am happy to succumb
The folds run deep, my love
I cannot escape them
Like the battle scars of warriors
I wear them with pride
With each crease
I faintly whisper your name
Can you hear the subtle cries?
They are all for you now
I cannot see the end
As I know you can
But it has never mattered
As I am nothing without you
And everything with you
Your crane
Your peacock
Your rose