am I am

as respect to reverence

as my longin to loving

beautiful mother, teacher, leader, lover, and friend

gentle mentor of my passion(s)

who am I to burden your load

give me the yoke

let me pull it with you

Am I yours?

Can you pull it together?

Or does loving you mean pulling side by side?

as aggravation mounting and mounding

as frustration, or folly…calm down

twilight has long past, children anxiously slumber

safely surrounded at last, by her embracing and safety

why disrupt, interrupt , corrupt , why demand? Why push? Back off, let them sleep!

But, whispering in the dark, am I as much to blame as he?

Or does your invitation eliminate and alleviate consternation?

Am I yours?

Can I remain the one you trust to come in?

or is my unspoken demand disquieting to your heart?

as tenderness to trust

as compassion to constancy

face in my dreams, voice in my head, smile I remember

raw and unfiltered, just me, just you…true friends.

I am me when I am with you, are you…you?

I want what we were, and what we will be, and become

If this is real, I can not imagine another, can you? Really?

Am I yours?

When we are free, will we be freed?

When transformed and transfixed is your heart for me.(?)

as trusted to cherish,

as affection to always

demanding your hearts attention ,

but never stealing, seizing, snaring, I don’t want you If I have to force this.

I am offering you a choice between

What you planned, and what you want.

Who we decided to be, and who we are together

I am yours