Love

Yes, give me your love.
I am ready to embrace it.
Pile on my heart that divine prize
Scrape my hands with that precious jewel.
Push me onto that bed of roses
Of petals tinier than the thorns.
Bind me with those silken threads
While I am singed like the silkworm.
Bask in that blinding sunshine
While I burn and blaze like the Sun
Before I go down exploding into my dusk
Leaving you to stare at a loveless night.

This poem was first published in The Literary Hatchet Issue 21 (page 106)