Dark One
I worry I am too much chaos. You stand there, in your sweet and indeterminable beauty, and you think I am frail because you see me cower. But I am only crouching, trying to hide from you my soul as it glowers.
I am a stormy soul, oh light one. I worry I might obliterate you if we were to crash together.
Insanity so easily swallows up naked possibility.
I’m worried we would go insane, if I tried to swallow you.
But you are so tempting, you over there with your soft breezes and gentle kisses blown at me with a wave. Your fingers chide my suspicion so cheerfully.
I am fearful to wave back; I do not trust my darkened sensibilities. They can so quickly snuff a greeting so bright as yours.
Ah, but you might taste so sweet, as I devoured you…
And the end of what you promised – well, death need not always be a wretched case.
But would it be so easy for me to say that then as I watched you limp away, wounded?
Quill Aquiver 