oh you my dear godess have left me a mere speck of dust
to blow in the wind to all corners of your love
take me now, do what you will. for i am powerless in your hands.
but be gentile, for the scars of many lovers still bite at my skin.
yet i feel your touch will heal my wounds awaken me to a new
sense of life i have yet to know. if i am worthy i will reciprocate to you
all that you deem of me.