~thunder and fire

In the quantum field of love you were standing there deflecting that light,

angel wings buried under piles of poetry soaked in saline of tears

while your bleeding shoulders you dismissed as irrelevant,

  

 How I wished you would have come out of the darkness, stepped into the light

    

                reclaimed your wings and wrapped them around me

 

I remember your dreams and how they ripened into my own reveries,

a touch of stardust glistening

      into all that we traced in the sands of our mutual wanting

 

 

Dreams die and love is fickle and you danced far from me

 

 

The sensitive membranes on my heart peeled back as I allowed the release

   butterflies whose wing I dare not touch,

  lest by grasping I would have obliterated their ability to fly,

        and we learn that wild things must remain free

 

You told me the painted lightning on your face, it was your reason for leaving me

   

   You never realized I was the fire.

         

I could not ignite your wonder

    creating my own strawman, as you sunk behind tired eyes

    we dissolved in flames.. 

  smoke and ash and deafening silence that would remain constant

  

Inevitably came the flurry of flight from  sweaty linen sheets to uncertain futures

 

We extend a hand out in the glow with wonder

    allowing thunder to caress our essence

                      never closing out fingers

           around the crashing echo of clouds, trembling yet resolute

 

Love…. Love with no conditions has no regrets

 

       We open our hand, leaving what belongs to midnight

           in a blood moon eclipse,

glimpsing another reality at the crossroad of twilight

   imperatively seeking a feeling that is just a little bit better …

 

  Fading into a new daybreak

   we return to the mundane, wiser for the burn

 

Yet never again feeling entirely fulfilled

 

 

 

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