Honestly


My love

I’m nothing in your wake

the youth you hold

makes me quake

and it is all I can do

to hold this clay that aches,

together — all for your sake.


You are a fist

that comes down upon my heart

giving a life

a spark, a start

all so I can plead your case

before time’s royal immense face.


My love,

don’t take these stuttered words for truth.

I’m only like you

who so perfectly fill up space

that other’s only suffer from.

Exist and shine

like an unseen sun

beyond the incompletness

we are burnt by.


O! how foolish I was

trying to douse your flames!

Instead I climb these steps

and make of myself an offering.


This is no boast. Honestly.


I am handing you the knife ……………………

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One Response to “Honestly”

  1. George

    I like this poem, honestly:-)
    Especially the first and the last stanza, especially these lines:

    … the youth you hold makes me quake
    and it is all I can do to hold this clay that aches together
    … O! how foolish I was, trying to douse your flames!
    … I am handing you the knife …

    Is it the age gap killing the man in this poem?

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