My Santiago

Pledge me this love, Forged from youth’s first buds, Sequel to sensuous - glances - hands touching - Running - home in - the - rain, love.

Now, bestow on me the perfection of that love, Blossoming into great loves, That earned - through - pain, love, That blessed with - children - family, love, That growing - old - together, love, Where words are tame, And looks speak when words fail, And where souls - now - fit those curves, Just as well as bodies - used - to - fit, love.

And after that love, Entrust me with the truth of the – end – of - journey, love, The nothingness - devoid – of – world – weary – care, love, The final – curtain – encores taken - shows – over – back to reality, Going – it alone – from – now - on, Nothing is nothing and feeling is absent, painless, love. Yes, impart me that abyss, love, Making beautiful sense But only – when – I get – there And when I simply – won’t - know – that - it - does, love. Give me all these loves… Touched - taken, broken - shaken, mended and quietly unpicked, Thread by intricate (life) thread.