I want you,
and not just parts of you.
I want everything
the sins and sorrows
hauntings and hallows.
Give it all to me, my love.
Lay your aching bones on my mantle.
Dust off your battle garments
war did not follow you here.
Rest with me
in this pocket of space.
The demons and ghouls
cannot cross
my threshold.
And then, when you are ready
give me your body too.
It may be covered in dirt and scars
but I too have seen my share of destruction.
You do not have to shy away
I see all of you, and I want you.

     C. Marie