Come for me. <br /> <br />I will be receptive <br />I will disperse the clouds <br />that hang like swords above your head <br />and steal away with your peace of mind. <br /> <br /> <br />You can share my bed and my discomfort. <br /> <br />You can wrap my sheets around your bare frame <br />and rest your breasts upon my stomach. <br />Tonight we can sleep like extended royalty; <br />a viscount and a viscountess. <br /> <br /> <br />This is a safe haven. <br /> <br />A place to migrate from the harsh climbs. <br />I’m not husband material, <br />I unravel too easily. <br />But I can offer you my time and cradling arms. <br /> <br /> <br />I can make you a ward of my care.<br /><br />Philip Hoom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ward-of-my-care/
