Poetry: Yours

I am yours, with word and deed
My throat bared and vulnerable
Trembling I succumb to that which is inevitable
I am yours, through and through
My body but one vessel to claim
Easily broken against the waves of your determination
I call you Conqueror, Truth, Infamy, Lust
In my head I call you many names more
I whisper them into the shimmering night
I call you Longing, Safety, Warmth, Home
My eyes tired and heart weary from battle
Take my bloodied knuckles, my torn spirit
Welcome my capitulation, my sweat, my fear
I am yours, all of me, as I am. .

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