Nativity

I have come again, your highness, Yes, I have come. Falling at your feet at your feet like a discarded gown whose beauty has found no place in a maiden's eyes. Here, with this aging desire, I pledge my commitment to you-- even as these colored moon befriends my innocence, Let me dance with your feet before these stars become jealous and the wind begin to cry; let me hold hands with your thoughts and walk you through my secrets as though you can't see the light. Oh, I wish I was the beauty in your mind that will give notice of my presence, and how I have longed for your godly hands to rest on my brown skull