within the light, i see the dark,
within the dark, i see the fire,
within the fire, i see my death.
i feel the flames dance upon my skin,
leaving a faint scent of roses behind,
it does not burn,
instead leaves a mark of intricate peacocks, peonies, and hibiscuses.
it does not come off,
my skin is permanently marked.
i look up into your eyes,
asking why, why would you do this to me?
your visual caress breaks through the icy
glare that showed me death.
i close my eyes,
falling back unto the rain covered grass.
thunder and lightning fight over me,
who loves me best.
i cannot choose which path to take,
into the darkened flames,
or into the warm, welcoming light.
i choose the flames,
meeting you at death's door.
thunder says go on,
lightning says that in choosing death,
i have no courage or strength.
you say nothing to influence me,
you just stand there with the animal look of hunger.
your mind is barricaded,
like a corralled stallion,
begging to be free.
my nostrils flare at the love scents in the air,
heartsease, rose petals, chamomile, and rosemary,
bone of the earth, yemonja root, lodestone, raw amber,
and rose quartz in the shape of a heart.
fire now surrounds me.
fear taking over all other senses,
until i see you coming through the flames.
you reach out your hand,
the fire fading swiftly.
i stay kneeling on the grass,
though my hand reaches out to take yours.
our fingers barely touch,
lightning fills my body,
my mind conversing with yours.
you collapse with your arms around me.
no more am i lost,
but found by you,