Writer, Poet, Antagonist

Given Gifts, Gifts Given

If you wish of me,

If so your heart desires

Ill Gift my hands,

To your caresses.

Present my heart

To aid your care

Lay out my Body,

For the sharing of pleasures

Share my words for your passion,

Lip pursed postulations

Tear soaked jubilations

Further drenched commiserations.

I am all of my Love.

So take a little, 

Break some off in moderation.

Share it out.

With other loves

or those who sync their beating blood with yours.

Augment the glow

Of my heart, the heat

Of my body, the lustre

Of my words.

With the shimmering opalescence of your own

And live, and love

Long after I am gone.

Adrian EarleComment