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.