Wounded

Leave me your bruised lips
that I might join them with my own
lend me your battered hands
so that i might hold them softly by their finger tips
 if all else falters and strands us both together

We one of a kind, bird of a feather
bequeath to me your weary heart
so  that I might revive it to mine own beat
bind your tired limbs to me
so that I might fold
 them to my will
let me find your feet with a tender kiss
and strand us both together

Permit me to surrender  unto you
drink your fill
I will tell you of all I have seen
of lies and eyes of emerald green
that may strand us both forever