He carried her helpless body in his arms
Like a wilted rosebud, new in bloom with red petals
Scarred from the harsh winds and rain.
I will take you, kiss your bruised once smooth face
And your tired red lips.
Just you wrap your arms and legs around me and give me all weight
For I will carry you up the mountains from this valley of sadness
Just you close your tired eyes filled with heavy dew over your black lashes
And may you breathe in peace
While I take all your burden.
Slipping away from my life,
Is all things that I want
Getting farther and farther
Making me clench tighter
To what remnants there remain
Which look changed and never the same
Putting me into deep despair
That there’s nothing to hold, but there’s everything there
If I was sitting out here on the streets in the dark, skin and bones and an ugly face with scars,
yellowish sad eyes with tears,
and an attitude all gone,
left with no personality, humor, nor intrigue
no wit to recite nor inputs to share.
If I wasn’t the personification of me
and the filaments of me only remained,
traced somewhere deep beneath this gore
would it be at least enough for you to bear?
Give myself a little, to the pebbles, to the rays, the mist, the fragrance of grass. Share my all to them little at a time, and leave nothing.