Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Burn.

My heart was not softened or warmed by your love,
It was engulfed by it.
Ravenous, all consuming, uncontainable; my heart
had become over run
For fear the flames would devour it, I tried in vain
to rid myself of you
To take back my heart, but in reaching for it
Your love spilled out
It ran like rivers through my blood
Polluting every vein.
With each contraction I pulsed with
Love for you.
My very being, maddened and tormented
By the ecstasy of you
No longer belonging to myself, transformed
By your love
Into a vessel to move
My love, to you.