I must confess,

I’m afraid of loving you,

My dearest,

For you are like the sea

And I am drowning

With every tide you tug me closer

To your closed heart.

I’m trapped in the net of

Heart strings that taunt me.

You leave me coughing

And spluttering so violently

In your destructive wake.

Bubbling to the surface

Of promise and lore…

I confess I am scared to love you,

For you are like a flame,

So turbulent and passionate

In your way,

I breathe you,

I choke you,

Black soot runs from my eyes

Like the promise of a cold winter.

I confess that I cannot love you

For you are like the charred earth

Beneath my feet,

So strong and yet so treacherous

As you shake with might, will

And need.

No greenery grazes your failing

Flesh, only the lost and fading

Eden of what could have

Been, yet you

Are greed scorched.

Alas I confess to you,

I will always love you,

As one can love the wind,

So cold and dewed with frost.

My bitten soul shivered in

Silent solitude.