I’m All Yours | Den Bryson
I’m all yours.
Our love,
A union of
Two souls
Moving together
In a mesmerizing
Dance of joy.
Be with me
Forever,
Share yourself
With me.
I’m all yours.
Our love,
A union of
Two souls
Moving together
In a mesmerizing
Dance of joy.
Be with me
Forever,
Share yourself
With me.
I take one look at you
And I know we were
Meant to be with
Each other.
I drink in your beauty,
Laughing to myself
About how much
I love you.
I’m so lucky to have
You with me on
This amazing journey
Together, forever.
I grow tired
of deadly encounters
in the night, of
tragedy and racism
in the dark,
of disputes in my dreams
which should
be full of peace instead.
Bulging eyes from the fish tank
of life, bifocal large,
zooming in and out
for a better view.
Evenings lose themselves between us,
writing the river to a sheen
of city lights blurring slow,
with watery mutterings over
our conversation
and the drone of traffic
to the bridge
that trails
its path to the trees
and their strew of branches
grown to grief and winter,
as we walk
untying our words
from the shadows.
Let them all marry,
all of them,
let them be human too,
find a better reason
to dislike others,
or better no reason at all.