pusillanimous

No courage 
to make love with me.

No bold endeavor 
to be free.

The ligneous lie
of integrity.

Your soul wonders 
restless through depravity.

I lay upon your truthful chest
suturing fragments to soothe your duress.

I want you with a tidal force 
But beg your being to first move forth.

Into your heart I feel a tear
from years before I was there.

I kiss within you reverently-
longing and lusting 
for you to be, please
be free.