• thought_deep 5w

    Tell me “you are well loved.”.”

    Please tell me someone loves you well, so that I can take my small offering and burn it at the foot of a mountain,
    instead of hiking it’s trail to deliver it into your palms.

    I want to know you are so loved, 
    that it would be a poor gift 
    to give you my affection,
    in comparison to what you’ve got.   

    Let me head away from the shadow of the mount 
    having burnt it, with an urn in hand, 
    knowing it's his warmth that walks you 
    through the foliage 
    and the wilderness of your heart 

    a bond so deep that it strengthens you 
    with a better tenderness than that 
    which would rest 
    on the possibility of mine