As if struck cheekily

By tether of lightning

I’m over infused

Like a calm still lit

And rain droplets fall

Wild is the wind

Rushing through me

Like a merciless fire

Sapping my attention

Until I’ve given

Everything I am

Even my appearance

Just because

I furl up like a leaf

It doesn’t mean

I love any the less

I still do, love-

With the same vigor

I’ve always done

It’s only in your eyes

I seem withdrawn

When the truth is

I’ve been stripped

From everything… but you


Poet of the Light © 2018


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