Come nearer, my love
and let me whisper
the soft petting of my words
a gentle heat to your ear and brushing against your lobe.
delicate too is my touch, my body shy
under you; my spirit is torn in your decided wake.
The tragedy of us will rest
in a shallow grave, aside what purity was known of our gentle surrender
a lifetime of tears that silently,
inwardly weep, and haunt me.