Drawn to my merry, dancing flame
I burn your fingertips like searing wax
Before it turns into a subtle layer of protection.
I run my fingers all over you,
Find the scars, the bruises,
Seal your wounds, like a second skin
My love enfolds you.
Sometimes I see you scratch it off in anger,
Only to find yourself too raw to stand so exposed.
Sometimes I peel it off you, gently,
And cover your tenderness with my touch,
Skin to skin, I dim my burning light,
And silence for a while.
©jsmorgane (Feb 2015)
In the beginning there is silence.
I live in the present.
Every day is the same,
A routine giving me strength,
Succour and food for my family,
Sustenance from the forbidden forest.
Beyond the pale, in the wild,
I breathe in the unshakeable present,
A Now that gives me reason.
Not a new day, just the same day again,
Safely the same again.
Safe, when change can only mean
More struggle and more pain.
Then the unspeakable,
They call your name, they say the unthinkable,
They speak the word, and my present ends.
Time has a meaning, I have a future,
An expanse of time, bleak and empty.
My Now was you,
And you are being led to the altar
As sacrifice to other people’s vanities.
So I speak too, become an agent of time,
Set an end to this new thing, this future.
Now every second counts, counts down to
When my future ends. And soon.
© jsmorgane (April 2012)