Will it all go up smoke,
my feelings for you.
Were they burned away
in your attempts to keep them hidden
from the duplicitous prying eyes?
As Eve wanted the shiny fruit
and yearned to know all,
I want your freedom,
and yearn to bring this wish to fruition.
But the eating of this metaphorical fruit,
would cause everything
to become transparent.
Like refracted light through glass,
that transparency would burn you.
I can’t allow that to happen.
I dearly wish for you to still be
nestled in that old strong warmth
and never have been burned.
But without that tsunami,
would we ever have gotten that close?
I feel like a carrion bird,
a vulture to be exact,
returning after a giant battle has been fought
A carrion bird comes and picks at the flesh
still attached to the bleached bones.
By definition, this proves I am not
a carrion bird.
But I am a scavenger.
After the battle,
I have returned in an attempt
to mend the broken flesh
that was wrenched from the bone.
I want to help with repair,
but in a way I am too late.
Some things can never be repaired.
The last burn,
left a gaping wound in your heart.
A wound so dark that it swallowed everything in sight,
leaving you stuck in a miasma of pitch blackness.
In a repetition of that event,
I fear you would be swallowed whole
and left unable to return
from the Netherworld.