sans pride.

let me nurse your wounds
when you are not well,
be the one to hold you down,
like anchors
when your feet cannot reach the ground

let me finger your hair
under the veil of the palest
moonlight
wrapped up in thickened shawls
of balmy southern air

let me feed your ego
without pride
like a manservant to some
king thing

be the one to consummate
all your wants and desires
quench all your fires

let me make you know
the power of your beauty
the sanctity of your smile
the weight of your hand
so strong
so mild

let me be the one
to take care of your whole dream
build for us
this something

smoothed out stones
rights forged from wrongs

let me be your laughter
when your days grow long
your place to lay out some peace
when the world stops your song

let me hold you
in the faint whisper of daybreak
fight for you
steadfastly
longingly

let me be the promise
you could never make
that you never had
a glimmer of some good thing
a real, whole chance...