That thin layer of lace that separates my hand and your heart
I will stand snickering, as I will return with a battalion to tear it down;
For I am a fighter, in my mind a fire igniter, but now the calm before a storm;
So, I will speak in allegory and conquer the seas only in metaphors.
Let me tell you of my rage inside, before I spew it in blood;
This thirst for the world started when I found I had a choice,
Oh how it grows ever so ragingly inside my fragile soul
I could not distinguish failures from fallacies shrouding my way, I wage wars of truths.
The nuclear reactions and quasars inside me fool you for the sun;
Light and dark go hand in hand, you will see that playing out in my eyes,
For I hold hands out of impulse, I kiss as keepsake but run when you hand me your heart
Don’t mistake me for a sprinter, dear, I want to stay even the winter,
But its your heart, its scorching a trail across my skin.
You are asking me to just stay, we can build camaraderie, you say.
Oh my silly dear, I have read Kafka, lived on Neruda and breathed in Bukowski
I know “only camaraderie” doesn’t escape into your broken soul through the crevices
So, lets stop calling it names, for I cannot name my feeling,
I cannot fathom the pleasure of seeing the lights hit your face slipping around your lips -And resting there
When I think of that later, when the stars are high, I curl at the corners and lose my senses
Just tell me, love, what should I call it when it wakes me up like the hand of destiny
My drunken soul is asking for more, but there is lace
I can see your smile touch your eyes, I can see the arms which will house my dreams
But the stigma of the lace is profound and its breathing fire
Let me be my knight and slay my dragons, till then hold on to your heart for me
When I come home, hold me gently for I will be scarred
Lay your heart across mine, for now I will be as strong as your heart demands
Till then hide your heart with your smile and call my name in the dark
For in the dark I am drinking light and slicing demons; when I hear my name I will know -why I am fighting
photo courtesy: Viria
