Discarding all my thorns

For you my beloved

I am discarding my thorns

I thought I had already

but I discovered

painful knives in my words

dented poems

I did not hesitate to bury in the earth

How can I think of you

as the gentlest and the tenderest and the fairest

faerie in the world

and treat you with so much harshness

How can expect you to lay down your last defences

when each of my word is a torture for your heart

an accusation, a reproach

No, I do not want of those any longer

From now on I will strive to cherish you

as I always wished

and make you feel embraced

by the safety and the warmth of my words

until when we will feel the warmth and the safety

of each other’s arms