There

It is in that soft and wet place

That life has become so real.

She lights a candle to illumine my face,

And it’s how I ache to feel.

In her presence, there is a true case

Of how, in a moment I steal.

Whether diamonds and pearls or lace,

She admits the nature of her appeal.

The striking thought, the quickest race

I run. It is not for me to seal.

My own death by mallet or mace,

Is never found at the end of her heel.

In her trusting embrace,

I know of the even keel.

We give each other space

And perish in every meal.

To burnish this ace

Of a hand I drew, never to kneel,

She keeps me together without a trace.

Together, we repeat our spiel.