I can imagine this obsession
and all of these shining creatures
bowing at your feet.
First breath,
first words...
I can imagine you in your glory
before we all fell.
With your millions of names
and millions of faces,
I can see you smiling at me
from behind my back...
I can see you with the knife poised
and the lips pursed.
waiting for my kiss
that will okay
the death blow.
I can imagine us falling into silent rapture
a tangle of flesh and feathers
giving in to sweet bliss
and bitter deception...
believing that something could exist
between us
than the daggers we carry for insults sake.
I can see your hands in mine
and my head in yours...
I can sense the tension between us.
but whether we will give in,
whether we will allow this bond to break
whether we will fear that which
we could see if we only opened our eyes...
That is yet beyond my reach...
That is for neither of us to know
until we resolve
to open ourselves back up
not to belief...
but to faith.
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