Give To Me Your Eyes

Give to me your eyes.
Am I the only one being wanton of them;
Even after your murmurings are done?
Give to me your eyes, as a sailor gives his to the sea.
Or never call me lover.

Give to me your arms.
Bind them, tie them, around me, with passion
Embrace me, till my breath escapes me.
Give to me your arms, my sanctuary, my fortress strong.
Or never call me lover.

Give to me your heart, give it all away,
And your blood that pulses through it;
Let me suck the marrow of your life.
Give to me your heart, putting no one above me.
Or never whisper, “love me.”

Give to me your soul;
All your aspirations, your joys, your tears,
I want your essence, your whole being.
Give to me your soul, as Medea did to Jason.
Or never even whisper us loving

~ James Treadway, poet.