Forging
Forged from a one-sided love affair
created into a double-edged sword
of skepticism and distrust,
I have walked this path,
uninspired for some long time.
Now, on the edge of the cooling pool,
do I dare dive in?
My muse may live there,
as he gently coos me in,
holding out the most delicate of things he owns.
His palms out, I cry as I lift this small, bright energy.
The power I once loved in another
is now my own to control,
and the fear overwhelms me to tears.
Now, my heart, straining against it’s cage
desperately wanting to love you,
needing to love you with all it can.
Taking every grasp of you it can get
through these bars that you are slowly crumbling
with your beauty, wonder, and patience.
I am grateful for each and every shred of moments
we share, my heart fluttering and racing to live it more.
Every word of your tenderness and soothing voice,
better than the most expensive oils on my skin.
And each thought and idea we share,
like flames of our passions,
licking and merging together in my mind,
to form a brighter fire.
When we meet,
a blaze will come that shall never be put out.
What we have now are merely embers,
to what we can hold together.
