Thursday, April 2, 2015


Thy name I least repent
Thy love I most cried for
I quiver under the memories
-of our ever enmeshing passion.
Railing through me
Through you
Is a covert world.
Place your candles before me
For I am the flame
Place it where the wind heads.
Let my ember be kissed away
Quiet like a pressed snow.
I unfurl like a spiraling fume
Enough to clog your pulsating pain
I quit for you to embark,
For you to breach the chains
And embark anew on wings.