vi. like this, you are; like this, i’ll be. [02.14.22]
"they talk of something called love etched in the ruins of broken hearts strewn amongst debris like glass; like stone, once gold; where once was greatness, now dust - used to barest threads so that i may be allowed a glimpse between the fractures it sowed
this thing, i ask, with its bodily form might it allow me a touch? to cradle it in my palms and soothe the fires which haunts, which bleeds, which blazes and shreds
then those who stand between its folds stand fearless; foolishly
might it be a taste for my tongue? does love taste of lavender honey and sunday night brew or dance wildly; gentle as bubbles on jade plains
if this being has no soul no blade to cut me, nor stone to crush me then why, i ask, does it pain me so? ache in its presence, yet without it forlorn
my heart wound in possession pliantly torn.
like light, you wield; you command, you gleam; like bread, you satiate a desire so deep like shadow, you consume - not darkness, but shade a world forged like wings from ashes aflame
and like this, I'll be yours. like this, i'll succumb drawn only by sweet syllables calling my name; like this, you'll bewitch the soul i no longer control.
like this, i'll relinquish what was yours since the becoming of time as one, combined."
