Burning out the pain.
Holding open the doors and the walls and keeping my hands tight
On the struts and beams rising from the foundation.
Ready to be lit a fire and burned to the ground.
Holding on to this love.
Holding on beyond the terror and the fear.
Believing.
Absolute belief in our love.
Sometimes God breaks my heart.
Breaks it open.
Breaks it wide.
Breaks it so that I may hold more love.
Your love.
Our love.
And I will stand in the middle of that fire.
Let it raze me to the ground.
Purify me and savage me.
And I will still be standing when it whips through.
Wildfire love.
Ripping through me.
Demolishing my heart.
Eating it like hot tinder.
Mollify the love.
I will sing it lullabies and whisper it soft stories.
Fairy stories.
Happily ever after.
Crooning the magic of everlasting love.
Love bigger than I.
Stronger than I.
Waiting for me to grow to fit it.
Burning me down so that I start anew.
Phoenix.
Dying in a show of flames.
In ashes.
Hot embers.
The smell of heat and passion and the knowing,
Of knowing.
Sacred knowing.
In my knowing of you.
I have been chosen by the Gods.
The old Gods I think.
Who foster this pain and suckle it.
Because it brings strength.
My courage.
My heart.
Yes there is fear.
And yet.
I dare tread there.
Knowing that I could only escape the inevitable for so long.
The fall of love into you.
Asunder.
This great rarity.
You.
My rose-gold.
Heart.
You.
My.
Wonder.
My absolute.
Everything.
You.
Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new create another heir
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,
Who from the sacred ashes of her honour
Shall star-like rise as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fix’d.
Shakespeare, Henry VIII, Act V Scene V
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