Yes
This whisper of a word
A solid gavel against my heart
Yes
Are you magic
or a magic trick?
Yes
A glint of sharp silver
A ghost of black tea and roses
Yes
This child like word with the soul of ancient longing
Yes
Am I the butterfly
And you the dragon?
Yes
Soft wool against my cheek,
Stiff linen against my nose
Yes
You smell of warm lavender,
of summer,
of earth and rain
and fire...
Yes
I want to surrender
My battalion of pride
Is depleted.
Yes
A black bird of death
A porcelain heart
A stone grave
Yes
You lull me into the depths of your hell
And unwrap me gently
Am I a worthy present?
Am I your desired?
Am I...yours?
Yes
Yes?
Yes, my Lord