Untitled (More than / anything)

More than
anything, I beg of you to be my
xenogogue to the world as you see it,
kindness and smirks and
ochre stains on your hands and clothes and all,
regardless if we feel ready or worthy of such blessings, for one day they will be as profound as the blue in the
November sky, if they are not there already; and that you will
forgive me always for my trespasses,
indiscriminate as they may be;
every day I promise I am getting closer to the woman you deserve.
Life is too short and love is too long and my heart and soul are forever touched, forever in your
debt.