Please, I beg, do not tread on my back
Like so many others have in the past.
Treat me not like an insect underfoot,
But like a lover who knows and cares
For you and your simple grace.
I have tasted the bitterness of life,
And ask simply that you hold back
The tide of control that comes from knowing
That I would do anything and everything for you—
Out of love—and give freely of the sweetness
Of your soul—the selfsame sweetness that
Pours from every orifice of your being.
—C.R.E.
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