Poetry

Grace

written by: tourvel

The stealth of naked sunlight
As it steals across the bed
Is nothing to the stealth with which
You stole into my head
In bloom, I feel my petals
Op'ning your touch
Your fingers test my waters
Wond'ring how much is too much

You know all of my secrets
You can see through all my lies
And you know just how to love me
Till I tremble, break, and cry
But you sense the need for balance
There's a price I'd have to pay
If you opened up your furnace
Would the heat drive me away

I will walk right through your fire
I will shine for you like gold
I will cradle like a baby
Things you thought I'd never hold
Your terrors and your demons
The shame you can't erase
My passion knows no mercy
But my love is full of grace

I can tear your back to ribbons
I can tease you till you weep
And then kiss you, I can touch you
I can hold you while you sleep
So push me, Love, and wound me
Come wage war upon my soul
I will meet you here in battle
I will swallow your heart whole
Your weapons and your bloodstains
The fear behind your face
My passion shows no mercy
But my love is made of grace