Your love is like a wildfire
Passion, burning each breath
You incinerate me
Every proud incarnation
Every best laid plan.
You are a white knight
Like me
Tending a legion of hungry ghosts
Each broken heart baying
Even as the tide
Washes over our feet.
We are needed, it’s true
But there is no battlefield
No us against the world
Only the outrageous proposition
That somehow, despite our claims to solitude
We found our lips
Our hearts
Our longings.
The moon looks down from the sky, scoldingly
Such silly lovers, she thinks.
They shine brighter than all the suns
Cosmically ordained, certifiably organic
And yet they insist on continually daring each other
To stay.

– IM