Spoken

Promise that you come to me
offering naught but solace.
I have been shaken beyond
the deepest of my doubts
and rocked to the foundation
of my waking nightmares.
Calm words, a caring hand--Sam,
I simply desire that you stay
and drive these demons far away.

- - - - -

Seeing as I'm not much
for words, I'll give you
all that my arms can afford.
You're shaken to the bone,
Mr. Frodo, and you burn
as if that blade's fever
has taken you afresh.
I cannot abide it,
sweet master, my dear--
so rest you quiet in my arms
'neath these soft blankets here.

II.

Silent

Your breath is light and warm upon my brow,
dear Sam; ah, Lady, marvel with me now,
that such strong hands so deftly reassure
(that, here at his breast, I ache to clamor, More!)

- - - - -

I'm telling you stories of dishes and spoons,
of inns and ne'er-do-wells, of cats, cows, and moons.
And though we've sung them a hundred times,
you smile (oh, Lady, might I ever call him mine?)

III.

Murmured

"Hush."
Perhaps I've startled you;
your lips part in my hair.
"Now..."
Oh, what I ask of you
can hardly pass as fair.
"Sam--"
A thought, a breath, a sound
left trembling in the air--
Please.
A blink, a wish--"A kiss..."
You are already there!

- - - - -

Touch.
"Oh! Have I startled you?"
No! Ah, sir, your hair...
"H--How..."
am I to caress you
when you're so fine, so fair?
Dream;
yes, I must be asleep--
your hands are everywhere!
"Please..."
Frodo, oh, forgive me
for brushing you right there--

IV.

Sobbed

Why do you look at me as if this is a sin?
(oh samwise give me more i scarce can take it in)
Fever--that you said, indeed--a fever's what I have--
(mercy if there's mercy here beloved please be brave)
And moment by moment, my thoughts wear so thin
dear gods of elven-days dear meleth oh your skin
is flush and blood's a-rush andholdmepleasedon'tstop!--

--I'd be a fool to dream of it; my heart's about to pop!
My love, to see you gasping and to feel your body rise....
(in response i can do naught but kiss and touch and writhe)
Frodo, listen close, it takes no words to understand
that oh sweet there's beauty everyplace i lay my hand
and we're all tangled and oh lady now you're shaking
into my flesh and weeping fresh and oh i'm not complaining
for there's heat so deep and all around and in between
and bless you! now i'm quaking too and ah this lovely sheen
that takes your shoulders lean is creeping down your back
and everything i meant to say dissolves and fades to black...

V.

Blessed

'Tis true, we've waited far too long
for peace and understanding,
and when we wake, the road ahead
shall prove thrice as demanding.

Promise you'll hold true to me,
as I have held true to you:
Neither death nor desolation
can this our tryst undo.

For now, night keeps a constant watch
while over us, sleep hovers...
I have no heart to close my eyes
with thee, rarest of lovers!