My lady takes her seat Oh noble valiant one
all courageous defender of the terrified,
whose exertion conquers mountains,
let rest your arms and sag your straining shoulders.
Ungird the pillars of your thighs
and slip down to your knees before me.
Fear not, but breathe as from spare frame
and proud head I ease your armour.
Thus revealed in naked softness then recline
that I may tend your many wounds.
With cooling salves and gentle fingertips
and tenderest of kisses.
Let flow your tears that they may soften frozen features
and melt the crags of loneliness and pain.
Relax from watchfulness and sleep
for I shall bide awake and gently hold you in repose. |