kuncir-kuda

If I stood naked before you Would you kneel and call me beautiful Utter blessings in your heart And not curse the rejoicing of your loins? If we lay naked together Would you let me make a pillow of your chest As I best all conversation with the flittings Of a sage sprig, a rosemary branch, Rose-hip, juniper? If I sat crumpled over Would you let mercy lead you Could you give consolation reign, Overlook your own fear Tending to another's pain? Let it be plain: Those who truly share, Share joy and suffering.