But
for what reason should I have to submerge myself into vulnerability -
you - when alone I can turn starry nights into dying lights and summon
thunderstorms with the snap of my fingers?
I
simply lust for company; although you only impair my vision with
fractions of beauty and disaster, and I am left unable to distinguish
one from the other, I am comfortable in living beyond the boundaries of
norm. Held captive by an angel who basks in flesh, my flesh rots in
eternal paradise.
And yet -
I can no longer suppress the urge to set sail into your being, there is
a fatal attraction here. I see tidal waves and lightning bolts, and
blood in the water.. your beauty is disaster, and I am lost in it.
I
cherish your tumultuous seas and I find myself lost in the breeze, in
the froth of displeasure I am left to measure what I have done as a man.
I can no longer wallow in the forgotten and be dashed on the rocks of
despair. But I find you so captivating. The way your Nile River hair
flows as the wind blows it to and fro. As a ship at sea, caught in a
wave it flows across my mind. With eyes as bright as the sun, I am lost
to eternity in the vastness of their depth.
My
soul spun out into the starry night upon a casual manipulation of your
disdain. You weave despair into my mind with dismissal in your eyes.
But, then, you turn the tide of solar winds and bathe my heart with your
smile.
rocked and tossed and tipped with the storm -- there is nothing I
can do but surrender to the undertow, or drown inside this ocean that
surrounds the you and me, salty tears of yesterday that fill today's
history with doubt -- treading water, I take your hand, and swim to
shore ...