I will not burn you slowly;
roast your tranquil soul
over selfish coals.
I will not make my occupation
the secret erosion of your dreams,
nor withhold blessed forgiving.
I will never scale a summit
beyond return, or erect walls
of implacable indifference.
I will not hesitate to brush your
tasseled hair, scent your bath,
light and stoke the fire.
And should your bright
and gracious spirit
fall before mine,
I will not fail
to dust your ashes
upon the grateful earth.
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