Let Me Be

Allow me to be your pillow,

The cradle for your soul,

That place where you lay your head,

Where your tears and sorrows go,

Where your restless mind is still,

And your yearnings seem to slow.

Suffer me to be your fool,

An agreeable expense for your cheer,

A wine of sorts, a cunning grape,

That lifts your spirits high,

Your loyal jester and deliberate clown,

A willing sacrifice in blithe,

A vinous, euphoric gaiety,

A playful tonic,

A brew that tickles when you drink,

A bubbling parade of mock preposterous,

To bring your blushing beyond its brink.

I’ll be your timely, cheerful get-away,

A faithful smile, a joyful fool,

Clown dressed cannon fodder,

Festively festooned,

Pounded, primed, and fired,

For your laughter’s sake,

Funnier than a three-legged giraffe,

Flip-flopping on a frozen lake.

Lend me license to be your mirror,

And brace expectedly for what I return,

A portrait of the most exquisite,

With every detail learned,

A radiance that brings the sun,

To genuinely genuflect,

Kneeling low in its brilliant best,

And in e’clat, surrendering,

A most reticent respect.

Let me be your guard,

The commissioned watchman of your night,

Give me leave to be your rampart,

That I might defend you with my life.

Take me as your lover,

And own my slow and gentle touch,

Allow me to accompany you to pleasure,

Jealously attentive, without rush.

Call me your truest confidant,

The heart that discerns your mind,

Allow me to know your best,

Your abject worst,

And the you that hides inside.

Trust me with your good,

Your bad,

All of you,

The curt and the kind,

Be for me and I will for you,

Two souls forever intertwined.