I know that I wield a fire that burns hot and bright,
only those who have held fire in the palm of their hands will know that they can stand the heat of my flame
If I am aimed in your direction, know that you are one of the strongest of men
You can stand the heat, and you are made greater by it.
what masterpieces will You paint
using Your brushes
which tickle and prick on the strokes You choose
what shades of red and brown, purple and black
will splay across the golden caramel canvas
that lays obediently taught yet slack
what shapes will appear,
what messages will be relayed,
what joys will be displayed,
that Your artistry
commands from its praise
for the masterpiece
You craft, shape, and devise
to bring pleasure to the mind
upon those secret set of eyes
After all of this time I just want you to know that your
efforts to be with me have not gone unnoticed or unappreciated. It endears me
to know that you make an effort to see me and to be with me, whether for a
multitude of reasons or for an nth degree of nothing, it does not matter. It
shows that you want to be next to me, that you want to look into my green eyes,
that you want to feel me at my deepest depths, that you want to give and
receive pleasure from a simple human being such as me.
In your extraordinary presence, I am pleased and I am grateful,
and I am touched beyond the obvious, all the way down to the subtle.
You are my favorite thing.
-M (Jan 3, 2015)