Exalt, Mine.

My hands are on you,
with every finger stroke,
I harbour only my most extreme -
for you to soak.

I wish to purge myself of you,
if it may only be,
for the unrestrained pleasure,
of seeing you outside me.

You are a frozen portrait of myself,
a momented sliver, if I may say,
and you're mine now, mine to last,
mine in every way.

You cannot feel yet, so I feel for you,
feel your contours, reflections and feel,
immerse myself in the near future,
of what you are to be.

My hands tremble as I release you,
as I hope to see truth shine,
before I give you your completion,
you unshackled part of mine.


Oh! - you - Mine!
Capsuled breath of life -
I release you!
so exalt in newfound existence!
Oh! - you - Mine!

Dedicated to the release any creator of anything gets right before he knows he's reached completion.