In sunlight, plain as day I say it.

Lovers whose beauty and tenderness make the fates wonder why it took so long to take me.

I have lovers,

who fearlessly embrace my shameless and undeserving heart.

Star crossed love has culled the last remnants of my mistaken self-

and at long last, there is space for you.

I am your lover, a vessel to open you, to deepen your moment of life.

A presence, to expand you, beyond all ability to be what you were before.

Open, with no boundary of self, without the 'I'.

Your lover, a bridge to the wisdom of your flesh, that can only be found through another.

and when it comes time, if that time does ever come, for me to stand and hold my cupped hands- the throne of my queen.

Not one would weep for sadness or sense of loss.

For you, my love, my priestesses and muses- who inspire greatness, forth from the lowly dirt of my nature- will have made her-

and would wish not other than I embrace and give this life to her, for she would be fashioned out of your love, to draw forth the king-

from that shining and fearless heart, we have been blessed to find together, in the rough and silent clay of this mans body.