i'd like for you to fight
as i would fight for you
(if i could)
had the plates of my armour
not resumed the shelled perfection
of cowardice

i'd like for you to
fight
throw fury-fuelled punches
at  the barricading fists
of something like fate

i
i'd like for you to
fight
curtail the cold blow
of circumstance
trump those phantom forces
dear destiny
every rigid bone man has erected
to create something tangible, cheap and ephemeral
of love

i'd like for you to wait for me
as i would wait for you
had i the certainty
the certainty of
a  gallery of your faces
Vivid and quick to the frantic reaping
Grasp Of recollection

I’d like for you to mirror my gaze
Resurrect unfiltered feeling of  affection
And woe begone worship
Tormented to swoons of silence
By cerebral guard with their spears of reason
Before it could reach the parting gates of my lips
I'd like to you to resurrect these thoughts
With the elixir of your tongue


Speak the words I dare to think
I’d like for you to fight for me
Wait for me
add premise to the promise
Come claim your rightful throne
In the hierarchy of this heart.