You seem weary

Sit here

Take a moment

You look so encumbered

Let me peel off those layers

of pain and sorrow

I'll strip you of the past

Lay you bare

and vulnerable

I'll wash you with this passion

Cleanse the scars

Rinse away the heartache

I'll warm you then

With these arms

With the security they provide

I'll brush your hair

With honest hands

I'll kiss the modesty out of you

I'll part your propriety

And fill you with ecstacy

And comfort you'll find

here with me

Peace is here

In these robes

Of Love

P.Frias