Your hands reach for me
One secures my waist
The other wraps the back of my neck
Thumb grazing just below the ear
Our eyes don't meet.
But our breath mingles
And the moment burns up
In a burst of shame.

I saw your face and paused
Had they lied to me?
The relief flooded in.
I rested, buoyed for a moment.
Until I sank
Under the weight of reality.
It was your blood
Your genes
But your brothers face.

like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you came to me
gently,
with the soothing voice
of a sweaty spring
thank you, old friend
for being able to be
dark enough to see
the hidden light
in me

i will not go into the times we shared
asphyxia and summer air
juxtaposed to form
an inseparable pair

who am I, old friend
when the ship´s horn blares
if you made me who I am
(if you made me scarce)

like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you left me
softly, without
any warning of
the lack of color
(there would be)
without your splendor

If I take your dismissal
and use it to fan my flames
Do I become wrath incarnate?
Or weaker,
Because I needed you to fuel my fire?