Love letter # 441

Come to my arms unarmed.

How could I resist such surrender? Wipe clean the histories of ego and disappointment. Melt into your embrace. Into the euphoria of danger.

Such irresponsible flight, so far to fall. All these bones for breaking.

Now I risk it all for the swoon of such temptation. Here, torched bridges, lighting the path. I arrive with nothing, which is everything, and offer it up to you, so that I might be reconfigured in the simplicity of your welcome.