By Tara Holland
Date: 24 November 2000
Sir Ravensfuri
I have never placed
my hand in thine;
this lonely hand
that opens empty.
These lips that speak
my honest thoughts,
so long unblessed,
have never spoken truth
till speakest they of thee.
Like unnamed ground
in an arcane forest,
my arms have never
known thy visit.
I who dost not know thee,
Thou who knows not me.
Nonetheless, I know thy heart,
thy taintless heart, that opens ready.
And dreams pronounce
the naked blessing
bestowed me by thy lips.
Thy wooing words
took hold my hands
and caused them,
sweetly, to be full.
Such iron fist on battlefeilds
that weilds a sword for me,
afterward shall lightly touch
the center of my soul.
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