Think of me as your sky, my will stars script ancient mysteries across your psyche

,bless you with sublime possibilities.

Or the knowing cool breeze that ruffles your humid bed each night,

to love you, to please you

.I am that puff of a cloud that floats in to romance your melancholy spirit,

leave your cares and come tango with me.

Place our head on my lap, rest upon this weeping willow tree of a woman,

who whispers away your secret sins to oblivion.

Drink me in, for I am the restorative water that will heal your aching flesh,

from the unforgiving sun, I am the hushed breath of dusk.

Accept me as the quiet light of soft eloquence within your soul,

yearning to be free.

Let me scoop up your spilled ruby heart and honor the mystery of You