Come my dearest

I'd like to draw you in
Are you not in love with me
Come! my dearest
Come into my innermost chambers, where the columns have broken and the walls have crashed
Let me show you my garments from before
Come and touch the clays I was made from, feel how hot they are
Sit and see what I'd tell you; stories of war, control, and survival
Let me light the candles and show you magic
Is dead to life not magic
What about wholeness from brokenness

Come feel my essence
Is it in melancholy
or
Is it breezing jazz
Can you feel it's distinctness
or
Have you felt this before

Come see what I have built
They are labours of my devotion to staying alive
My defence and arsenal for war

Come my dearest
I have a song for you
My lyrics will row you back in time
You'll know about fires that quench
And
Waters that burn
I have my pitching ready
To take you to heights and draw you to depths

I do not seek to keep you at the window
So come!

Come see my older poems
'Ballads of pain and love'
'Ode to the girls'
And
'Parody to my old self'

I have vowed
My dearest
To row you to where no boat has ever sailed
There you shall see my cobwebs
and
Uncover my bald

I shall tell you stories
Where I was the villain
Moments I was a coward
Victories I thought I won
and trophies of air I held on to

I will tell you about my wooden sword
I'll show you my my shield of leather
and
my helmet of leaves
(little to show of it)

I will take you places;
the grave I had buried my pain
and the thistles that sprout to it

I'll show you becoming
how the resurrected still have holes in their palms
and why some wounds never heal with time

Come my dearest
Are you not in love with me