xxx.

i want to be the most prized possession
of my Creator

to be a source of joy
for the giver of joy


to be the bushel of apples
in His eye
that sparkles on all of creation

i hope to be a magnificent aroma
rising like a pheonix
in desperate pursuit
to tickle
my masters nose

that he might sneeze out euphoria
upon the entire universe


i want him to wrap me up in the eternal ribbon of divinity
in the most luxurious love
to tie the silky bow of purity
more than once
around my heart


i want to open my hands
when the heavens call my name
to reach my arms across the sky
of knowledge
and rest on the clouds
with humility


i desire to present myself
as the most caring of souls
set upon roots of wisdom
like an old oak tree

to cherish friendships and loved ones
to extend copious amounts of love
to the new and to the old


i want to lose myself
in the
fetters of love

and stick
shiny ribbons of understanding
in my hair

so my loved ones can take them
as they need
like excitable children at a bazaar
carefully picking toys
they will cherish
forever


can you find a more true presentation of love
than as a gift?


what if we all climbed inside
the pinate
of love-
crammed in and bursting with
excitement

and whenever someone
hurt us
we would explode with sweet treats for them?


revenge and anger have no room inside my heart
i can only hold
peace,
hope, and
love


my lovers face is my prize
and i am his gift

he looks
upon me
with
rejoicing

and i sing for
his joy
i am here for
his joy

-me