You brought the shape of love to a land that never knew it...rotten and vile as the intent may have been.
Each tender word and touch was the kiss before the bite,
******* marrow from bones that loved you to the core.

Although the shade of you has moved on,the shape of that love remains.
The words you spoke,lines read by a terrible actor,still hold power in a play that is done.
I will take their false shape,and fill it in with the real thing..
Directing my next play with passion all the sweeter for the pain I have felt.
Like spinning rotten wheat into gold..

Randy McPeek