Forgive, forgiven

Enslave me, friend, upon those jilted wings. Lend me not this pallid pity that tempts and teases such whisper winds. Why not put aside the insatiable fool, too fearful of fright to fall and break? I, too, can shatter and clasping yours in mine will gladly spill red heart over marbled hope to be found by our rarest, soft-spoken Friend.

Perhaps one day you will find your beating, breathless hand in mine and fingertips touching we will partake of each others courage to leap and fall and dare that rose-touched, sun-swept sky.